VOCALE POLLY MAGGOO

There was no need to shout. Redrose was upset, very upset and could not write a note on the blog about his friend Polly as he was planning to. So he thought he should hang that picture anyhow, just to convince himself to take it all as a joke.

Confused about this silly note on the blog?

So was Redrose on that Friday afternoon...

AND ON THY CHEEK
A FADING ROSE





Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

Excerpt from John kaets' "La Belle Dame Sans Merci"

GIVE MY LOVE TO THE SUNRISE

Redrose was spending another rainy afternoon in his new town. He was quietly walking back home when a few drops of water started knocking on his head, hammering with grace his confused thoughts. For a moment, words he was once trying to forget, came back to life. Very specific words, almost meaningless on their own but so powerful when united. "We could have gone off together" words said.

Something was still haunting him. Another blurred piece of the puzzle that composed his broken life came into the light at the very same moment his mouth whispered "together". His cinematic memory was still playing him some painful tricks, but at this stage fo the play handling pain was not an issue. For Redrose, it was just like opening an umbrella on a rainy day.

Elsa: After that I knew I couldn't trust him. He was mad. He had to be shot.

Michael: And What about me?

Elsa: We could have gone off together.
Michael:Into the sunrise. You and me? Or you and Grisby?
Elsa: I love you.

Michael:One who follows his nature keeps his original nature in the end.But haven´t you heard ever of something better to follow?

Elsa: No.

Dialogue from "The Lady from Shanghai", 1948, directed by Orson Welles

IN ME TOO THE WAVE RISES

Virginia Wolf's words took a sudden meaning while Redrose watched the picture of that blue sea. The loneliness of the soul, the desperate search, the commitment in order to survive.

In me too the wave rises. It Swells; it arches its back. I am aware, once more, of a new desire. Something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back.

Virginia Wolf's "The Waves"

SIR ALFRED'S FLOWER SHOP



I've always dreamed of
a murder in a tulip field.
Two characters: the killer
behind the girl,
his victim. As his shadow
creeps up on her, she
turns and screams.
Immediately, we pan
down the struggling
feet in the tulip field.
One petal fills the
screen, and suddenly a
drop of blood splashes
all over it.

Alfred Hitchcock in François Truffaut, "Hitchcock Interviews" Touchstone Edition, Simon & Schuster, New York, 1983.

ANOTHER KIND OF FLOWERS













Eight and a half mesmerizing flowers.
The Valley Girls.

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BROKEN FLOWERS









The first time he saw those roses in front of that white fence, clashing against that blue sky he felt strangely moved, almost aroused. A simple stripped composition.


Then the colors melted and took various forms. Shadows won over. The flowers turned into bright faces. Still, their beauty moved and aroused.