1. photo

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  2. open air cinema, mon amour_

    open air cinema, mon amour_

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    photo

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  4. _welcome, May.

    _welcome, May.

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  5. The entire world’s a graveyard, and we, the birds of prey picking at the bones. That’s all we are. We’re the ones who let the dying know the hour has come. —Peina (Christopher Walken) in The Addiction (1995), by Abel Ferrara.

    The entire world’s a graveyard, and we, the birds of prey picking at the bones. That’s all we are. We’re the ones who let the dying know the hour has come. —Peina (Christopher Walken) in The Addiction (1995), by Abel Ferrara.

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  6. “I finally understand what all this is, how it was all possible. Now I see, good lord, how we must look from out there. Our addiction is evil. The propensity for this evil lies in our weakness before it. Kierkegaard was right - there is an awful precipice before us. But he was wrong about the leap - there’s a difference between jumping and being pushed. You reach a point where you are forced to face your own needs, and the fact that you can’t terminate the situation settles on you with full force.”
-Kathleen Conklin (Lili Taylor) in The Addiction (1995), by Abel Ferrara.

    “I finally understand what all this is, how it was all possible. Now I see, good lord, how we must look from out there. Our addiction is evil. The propensity for this evil lies in our weakness before it. 

    Kierkegaard was right - there is an awful precipice before us. But he was wrong about the leap - there’s a difference between jumping and being pushed. 

    You reach a point where you are forced to face your own needs, and the fact that you can’t terminate the situation settles on you with full force.”

    -Kathleen Conklin (Lili Taylor) in The Addiction (1995), by Abel Ferrara.

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  7. toxic love_

    toxic love_

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  9. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

    Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada, 
    y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos”.

    El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

    Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. 
    Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

    En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
    La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

    Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería. 
    Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

    Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. 
    Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

    Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella. 
    Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

    Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla. 
    La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

    Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos. 
    Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

    Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca. 
    Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

    La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
    Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

    Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise. 
    Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

    De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
    Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

    Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
    Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

    Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
    mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

    Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
    y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

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  10. Sunday 07/04
Spring took a break, warm winds paid a visit. A photo of a sunny yesterday seems antique already_

    Sunday 07/04

    Spring took a break, warm winds paid a visit. A photo of a sunny yesterday seems antique already_

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  11. Jesús “Jess” Franco_Madrid 12 de mayo de 1930___Málaga, 2 de abril de 2013_R.I.P.
“I think it’s life; cinema is life. When we move, when we say hello, when we do anything at all, the cinema changes our lives completely. We are conditioned by cinema. The world of these images has become more and more important to us, because people need to see something different from their normal lives in order to keep living. The cinema is not the way to escape our lives; it is the way to complete our lives.” — Jess Franco 

    Jesús “Jess” Franco_Madrid 12 de mayo de 1930___Málaga, 2 de abril de 2013_R.I.P.

    “I think it’s life; cinema is life. When we move, when we say hello, when we do anything at all, the cinema changes our lives completely. We are conditioned by cinema. The world of these images has become more and more important to us, because people need to see something different from their normal lives in order to keep living. The cinema is not the way to escape our lives; it is the way to complete our lives.” — Jess Franco 

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  13. A black cat in the centre of Athens_March 2013

    A black cat in the centre of Athens_March 2013

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