The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words,
Where is the light in your deep dark room?, A shock of light could save you from the shadow.
Why is the dark behind the moon? Out of reach until the light is shattered.

viernes, abril 01, 2011

Into tears

Bette: And then he burst into tears, and then he fainted. The work of art was so beautiful and moving, he couldn't withstand the impact. The "Stendhal Syndrome".
Peggy: "My head thrown back, I let my gaze dwell on the ceiling. I underwent the profoundest experience of ecstacy I had ever encountered."

[Jenny walks on the sidewalk, alone.]
Peggy: (voice over) "I had obtained... that supreme degree of sensibility where the divine intimations of art... merge with the impassioned sensuality... of emotion."

the L word

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