Βλεποντας προχτες ξανα την ταινια του Wim Wenders (κανοντας ενα νοερο ταξιδι στο πολυαγαπημενο μου Βερολινο) , μου εμειναν καποιες σκηνες απο την ταινια..
Η πρωτη του Damiel, του αγγελου
When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions.
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Isn't life under the sun just a dream?
Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world?
Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?
οπως επισης και δυο ατακες της Μarion
Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love.
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now that I've found you, I can be lonesome with you.I love you and I can feel lonesome
μεγαλη κουβεντα να μπορεις να το πεις και μεγαλη υποθεση να μπορεσεις να το βιωσεις
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