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Lord of The WB - From Jean-Charles Hue

Lord of The WB

(France, 2010).
Director and writer of

Jean-Charles Hue

Cast: Fred Dorkel Joseph Dorkel, Michael Dauber, Moses Dorkel, Philippe Martin, Nina Dorkel, Dorkel Violette, Maurice Serge Noyal Kelly Noyal, Emily Dorkel. .. Synopsis


In Yenish, Traveller community, respect for elders and religious fervor rub either vandalism. Fred Dorkel is one of them: fear and felt by his family, he saw the car theft. One night, his life changed: an angel appears to him. Fred is a sign of a second chance to enter it. He decided to store, but this choice will oppose her family ...

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the edge of cities, the middle of nowhere, or almost, on a stretch of road, railway, abandoned parking lot overgrown with weeds but where the camera Jean-Charles Hue captures to the ground in a burst of light, sun poetry a wild flower among the brambles around. Around
caravans and a car in a fury that might head in the middle camp. Awakened a man appeared with a gun in his hand furiously against the unconscious that risk the lives of children playing here and there! The names of birds
fuse, and the old man and threatening ... Youth sneers. Following a process that seems to go back to a distant time, when the clans clashed following very specific rules, the different light involving the honor of a family will be resolved in a fistfight, the great father entrusting his little son the care proxy.

Fight, win or lose, almost irrelevant just participate to keep the honor safe. The blows rained down as far as the words fly and quickly forgotten as, if not how to survive. For Fred
, huge and massive man, hitherto respected, things will take a strange turn, when he cashes in buying a gun against the promise of a BMW that will provide freshly stolen. A sudden drop, the camera freezes, spins, a halo of white screen and invades the mind of Fred, a visitation, evidenced by the sudden company of a huge white dog, Fred has been affected by the thanks, Jesus, he needs to change, no more bad shots, he will lead a healthy and right. More hay, more alcohol in short, is the big concern among his people. What will live there, and his family ...
Almost a documentary, but a fiction, life in the community Yenish for raw reality, the strangeness and the experience of Fred for fiction, the desire a divine salvation, of a possible takeover, just as in Ferrara possible redemption, but Fred can it really?
With limited resources, relying on some daring shots at but still realistic Jean-Charles Hue taking a film succeeds, it will speak loudly, threatening and swearing, the gun comes out easily but still the spirit of the family is needed ... maybe a necessity when you did after all it virtually!

CritiKat.Com "... Jean-Charles Hue is quite right not to be denied. He knows that the poverty of the development will not detract from the boldness of the move. Then he tried to things. It does not skimp on the beautiful crane movements, which on several occasions, raising the camera above the camp or make the world spin out of its way. He does not hesitate to push his story to the slopes fantastic ...."
The Monde.Fr - "The Lord of the WB" sheer heroic among Travellers

WB Lord's - notes Production Interview with Jean-Charles Hue - Cinémovies.Fr
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Shahada - Burhan Qurbani

Shahada
(Germany, 2010)
Making Burhan Qurbani

With Maryam Zare (Maryam), Jeremias Acheampong (Sammi), Carlo Ljubek (Ismail) Marija Škaricic (Leyland), Sergej Moya (Daniel), Valerie Erinc (Valerie), Anne Ratte-Polle (Sarah), Abdel-Maksoud Nora (Renan), Burak Yigit (Roger ), Yolette Thomas (Amira), Alexandros Gehrckens (Kinay), Gerdy Zint (Rainer) ... Festival de Berlin 2010

the competition at the festival
st-jean-de-Luz, 2010 - Grand prix
cinessonne Festival 2010 - Grand prix de nos jours

Synopsis
Berlin, trois Jeunes musulmans cherchent concilier à leur pratique religieuse Lifestyle occidentale.Ismail, police officer, is about to break with its values since he is attracted to a young illegal. Sammi is itself torn between his faith and his desire for Daniel. Maryam, the daughter of the Imam of the district, sees his life turned upside down following an unwanted pregnancy.

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In the toilet of a sleazy nightclub, Myriam attended his girlfriend, an illegal abortion pilulle swallowed, blood and pain, birth as a guilt that will continually grow, we will see.
A little later in the hall where everyone turns on, starts the police stormed in search of one does not really know who, but chance, however a check of identity, residence, work permits, etc ... For the young inspector Ismail mine broken, the hollow eyes of one who no longer sleep exercise seems tedious, yet this girl with all her papers expired captures attention, two s'effleurent hands in a slow caress and it can go.
In the halls where the control drags on, the trainee Daniel would suffer a little pain if Sammi not interpose themselves firmly between him and the Bad Hall and several times a day. Invited into the family of Sammy, he expressed his desire to penetrate the ways of the Koran, Islam.
Three young Muslims, mostly, a policeman who does not believe but leaves the remorse and suffering invade his soul up to jeopardize his own family. Young finally invaded unexplained impulses, mas this is love and wavers perilously between conflicting emotions, turning his desire to hate because the Koran says his impure thoughts. It will require the interpretation of the old Iman, roughly "let yourself be guided by love". ...
Maybe a little easier when we see the barriers that still exist here!
The most spectacular, how's guilt, the sense of serious misconduct, coupled with the fear you can change radically, transforming the lamb passionaria! The daughter of the imam, resulted in a feverish delirium and believing escaped any punishment from God, plunges into an Islam of the most hard ! Consumed with fever, the mind does more things in perspective! Find
its own limit, torn between the West and a remnant of origin, virtually silenced by a profession of faith, " shahada," the characters exist in a world a bit hostile and must comply with laws that does belong only to them, like the power to fry elsewhere.
But with abortion, adultery, to having accidentally certainly used a life all of us are not there on an equal footing!

Burhan Qurbani performs an ensemble film in which young Muslims to the faith yet to truly take root wander into a no man's land because of doubts and fears. Their actions, their thoughts, their sexuality and are testing and a term seems to predominate: Guilty!

CritiKat.Com "... In the true" Shahada "- the Muslim profession of faith - Burhan Qurbani, a young German director of immigration from Afghanistan, does not draw more than the title of his professional faith in him. Let this film graduation, where he was able to prove the Film Academy Baden-Württemberg with what skill he mastered the staging square and unadorned, the creation of an urban feel to it right now well where ethno-electronic music the gray wet anime, writing a script which plots intersect with clear about society as a backdrop. That "social issue" him hostage for the demonstration of academic, can only disappear under the trampling stories formatted which sealed the désincarnent ... "
The Monde.F r - "Shahada": how to reconcile sexual desires and respect the Koran?

Shahada - The production notes - CineMovies.Fr

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selfishness
be blind ... I love
crucified in your arms
and without backtracking
in my fall
secret ... damned

Writing
am not enough
it is quiet and off

burned on the page
of my desires first
and reason omitted
this embrace

I am far
this presence yesterday
of that name on the sand
a poem once
and the echo of your voice that tears me
ear
and twists my lips
change life

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secretly ... in love
cruel words
sheltering in the armor
of your silences
and thy wanderings
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The wind took everything
the feathers of the bird
light of his eye
diamond child

The wind tore Page
the great river of emerald
where the bird drowned
in the ink of its ills

The wind howled its complaint
on the rampart of islands
he crushed the divine bird in
the heart of the child

The child cried water
his heart was torn
wind prevailed top
as a feather of the bird



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Angela and Tony - D Alix Delaporte

Angela and Tony

(France, 2010)

Design & scenario

Alix Delaporte

With Clotilde Hesme (Angela), Gregory Gadebois (Tony), Evelyne Didi (Miriam), Jérôme Huguet (Ryan), Antoine Couleau (Yohan), Patrick Descamps (the grandfather) ...

Laureate Michel Ornano 2010

Synopsis
A fishing port in Normandy. Angela has good reasons to build a new life when she arrives in that of Tony, a fisherman in search of feelings.
Despite his desire for her, Tony keeps his distance. Angela seeks. Tony observed. Too beautiful, too confusing, he can not believe she is there for him ...

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A little tomboy, she down the cans to the neck, is put against a wall of concrete to barter almost childlike in his little black leather, however the young woman knows what she wants!
Her body against a toy, a super GI Joe or something like that for his Mouflet, it threatens to leave school, saw and fled presenting the gift to the grandfather came to get her little son. Tony
him skipper, somewhat solid, slightly gruff and not causing mass! A lonely, Angela is waiting to purlin, at length, she does not know what he looks like a meeting via the Internet or an announcement will know.
A strength of this first film lies in the fact situations to install just by placing the first stone, unnecessary to do too much, to reveal tons, silences, unspoken, an embarrassed smile, a shrug of the shoulder to tell sometimes much longer.
Two characters that seem to oppose everything. Him more introvert an expansion, it rangy young woman, a little wild but determined. What can she see in him, he himself asks, as his mother in which he lives. For Angela must juggle a situation on the razor's edge between notices at the officer probation, and especially find how to get custody of his son.

Alix Delaporte held its intrigue, hidden ulterior purpose of Angela, its gradual integration into the group of beachfront, there among men and women of fisher gradually Angela fits. Within the family too, the strength of the story: many non-words, situations needed without having to put in words, the grunting of the sailors, missing fathers, one at sea seems he and the other, the companion of Angela .. We will not know .... It alone grown fond memories behind bars ...
Angela and Tony, a great meeting, it seemed unlikely as beautiful! Tony and Angele
also a fantastic interpretation, Clotilde Hesme and Gregory Gadebois work wonders giving full measure of their art suggest without insisting, two exceptional actors for two powerful characters! Ha, and then also the great pleasure of finding Within a few moments ... Patrick Descamps.
voilou if not the world of the sea, especially fishing is a universe so hard that everyone deserves a second chance ...
Highly recommended !
Evene.Fr "... The director wanted" viewers are in the desire of his heroes, which is vibrating with them, it prevails. "His wish is granted."
Excessive . Com "Tony and Angele ... mainly due to his duo of performers played by Clotilde Hesme (Mysteries of Lisbon) rising star of French cinema and Gregory Gadebois (A regular performance), resident of the French Comedie. Both actors offer us a game while restrained and natural simplicity. .. "
CritiKat.Com "A first .. Clotilde Hesme film selected for Critics' Week of the last Venice Film Festival award winner Michel d'Ornano (best first French film), we say: "hey, why not Tony and Angele." After the screening, the proposal has been shortened, "Why Angela and Tony? ".."
The Monde.Fr - "Angela and Tony" the fisherman by a savage rail

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Wind light came

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The light came in through the eye of the cathedral, she spun the time and forgotten oaths. So she sat and broke bread. Then, she knitted the crumb with wine, the sky is born sweater in his hands. She took a pearl ebony clouds to offer that up there in heaven pin on their faces, images that children color the tips of the eyes, and reinvent endless round a mirage.

The birds go by and shout, they are far in the world. They rub their wings large patches of sky, they derive from their nozzles cover the earth. Azure Fabrics and shade, draperies and light sensitive than men lacerate their filthy claws. They mourn and grieve in their child down, they say

"all fled every second, right as I speak all this is over"

Night moved away on the roads yesterday, we hear that trembles in the riverbeds. Her veil of black crape whisper, whisper sweet secrets lurk in the Muses the wave. It envelops the heart of soot big wrecks, heart of souls gray at the edge of vertigo. The day her young lover kisses her eyelids so that she falls asleep alone on the other side of the world.

Light is fragile, it enters the heart of age, small grains of sun plaguing the banks. Life is far away, where others are dying, where as others breathe touches the sky, as you scratch the latter clinging to the skin ungrateful faces, mischievous and sneak under the closed eyelids.

(Painting: Cathedral / Yahne The Toumelin )

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Tribute to poet Taizé

through two of his best friends:

Jacques Truphémus (The painter)

and Edmond Jeanneret (the poet)

Pierre Etienne or poetry nomadic

"I call the poet a man whose speech breathing to the rhythm of creation and in whose mouth the words each day - as wilted flowers - found their colors and fragrances because of new flows in them a sap which is our blood.

But I see this man live in the secret of stones, stars, springs and trees, plays with sentinel on this edge of the horizon where the sky to land trusts, how is it that it can be inside me and know me better than I know myself? For his speech is not only a key that opens the world: it opens me to myself. Princely word - and the Prince of Belle au Bois - she enters the castle, which is our conscience and it awakens a long dormant memory: our inner self.



Who reads a few lines of Pierre Etienne soon finds that his poetry is endowed with this power. Shall we say that we are facing a great poet? About Leon-Paul Fargue Saint John Perse writes: "Because it is not, poetry, great or less great poets, but only pure or less pure poets, Fargue poet of pure birth can not be treated as "minor poet": it retains its prerogative to the best located of his elders, teachers labor performed or accounting proud of the spirit. "


No, there can be no question here of magnitude. He does not "large" poets (their major organs!) we tired and we let the desire for more sweetness and intimacy? It seems there is something even more precious, more necessary that a great poet: a poet is just, fair and humble, whose voice never takes the magnitude of a river as it retains its freshness and its whisper of spring.

This is the poetry of the poet of Taizé. Christian poetry? If this means that poetry follows the faith - certainly. Between one and another, not smooth, no drama in the work of Pierre Etienne. His books are the children of the happy couple.


However, his first collection, SEASON AHEAD (now exhausted), denounces the irremediable weakness, the falsity of any human language. But what a poet is not always on the lookout for a miracle?

"In small packets
into small herds
words

in dark clumps
in sticky lumps
words

tired of your fake
wait finally isolated
a word. "

book which, as will its puisne, nourished by silence and contemplation: each word vibrates at the heart of his silence. And already the voice itself here is a very personal stamp, it never forgotten.

THE RAMPART ISLANDS (also sold out) and two books that follow, we show the poet moving in the sands of silence research, to meet this saying that the world is the poem, and which always veils revealing himself. The poet is the son of Abraham, as he walking in the darkness of faith to the new Promised Land:

"The aquiline nose as Semitic
Bald serious lean arched
All you want a stick
For your walking rhythm nomad. "

Word who is silent, yet Word still crucified, but who knows how to remind us and bring us back to it when we think we have lost:

"I always lose your face
And you always come back to me
At the moment the least predictable
As in a long journey
Prints on a sky blood
The portrait of a vanished
Above a calm sea
Near the fog line
Separating the two kingdoms. "

Ah! I like, on pages of TRAILS IN THE WORLD, follow the poet spurred by the Promise and sensing near the Kingdom, and increasingly attentive to the enigmas of the universe through which the unseen challenges us and makes us wonder:

"When the day sumptuous blinds
In so many fires multiplied
You leave it to hope
A ray of true light. "

Indeed, it is not a poem by the poet of Taizé is worked by the leaven of hope:

"If was the hope
From next United
If the Pretender
Was appeared
the fold of the history

Should we force
To sing life
frail and threatened
Among the tumult
And rumors of war

If the announcement was
Issued softly
If was hope. "

Poetry elusive as Beauty, and we seized: in which the risen Christ is still pending to be born, not Mary, but the creation "in travail" (Romans VIII, 22) - as in March of the Magi of the West:

Sky very low, snow patches
Search the hope anyway.
Hangin 'in the wild wind
dreams in vain parade.

forward in the promise
Under the hail of denials,
Provide cold steppe
Awakening closes the mind.

Here Christmas without arpeggios
On the sky so low brow,
The horizon is Greek fire:
Christ is born of the snow. "

Let this last verse (Chagallian?) We impose silence, as a finger on our lips. "

Edmond Jeanneret / extracted Afterword: Poetry Unplugged ... p. 97-102

Truphémus, painter of intimacy in the museum of Bourgoin

(Painting: The terrace in the Cevennes: Jacques Truphémus)

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One by one
words posed
words pushed
light of the unconscious that
the poem is

Step
he advances in silence
cautious words selected
in scratches and suffering
sandcastles in childhood
castles of Spain in our great hopes
A future

a present
a past that coordinate
and words of revolt
who dress to undress
avoid us and tell us we raise
we raise and we like to invite us

Sorrows and joys
a pulsating heart
of a soul departing
and a heart murmur

Then it rips
pages of this "I" that is
is to give the other
"I is another"
a poem for each other.




(Painting: The dancer / Joan Miró)

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With Norge: "If you knew how I listen"

and Maria-D looking for inspiration ... Snorkeling

my modest contribution






THIS PART OF UNKNOWN



A poem is an element of the unknown

that the words we put

and that it pushes one to one

are responsible for informing.


is a long patience

infinite discretion

space where a punch

breaks the castles of childhood

but not his Utopia.


No gift to receive

but the gift of choosing and arranging

the words of his revolt

refractory lies.

Pains these Indians

who engage in pulse

the Cosmos and the Fable

their great creation.


Then we throw the leaves

of our identity papers

The poem tells us:

is the time to listen.


JJDorio

(Painting: The birth of the world / Joan Miró)

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Somewhere - From Sofia Coppola

Somewhere

(U.S., 2010) Directed

Scenario &

Sofia Coppola

With Stephen Dorff (Johnny Marco), Elle Fanning (Cleo), Chris Pontius (Sammy), Michelle Monaghan (Rebecca) .. .

Golden Lion at the 67th International Film Festival
In Venice 2010

Synopsis

Johnny Marco , actor sulfurous reputation, lives at the Chateau Marmont Hotel Legendary Hollywood. He walks around in a Ferrari and a string unbroken girls keep him company. The clouded mind, Johnny drift without asking too many questions.
Then one day his 11 year old daughter, Cleo , landed at Castle ....

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Somewhere
The purring, or rather the growl of a motor rhythm that is being guessed laps. Power, acceleration and deceleration, captured in a single static shot, this sequence of sounds leads us into this round, three, four, five times to be tedious. Las driver is also like a child's toy. In his apartment - luxury residence in Hollywood, he alternated long moment of solitude with celebrations over-watered, hugs without love, passages, face to face with himself between the walls of these houses without souls, as extinct. It will
unexpected arrival of his daughter, a girl outgoing head on his shoulders to get out of the lethargy and boredom result. Then begins a slow rediscovery between this father, too absent and her daughter, rich child, abandoned to itself.
a recreation space, they extend at will the father and daughter will rediscover fun as two grown children, after all she does is not one, when he did to ' he never ceased to be even forced to don a costume artist who sometimes seems too large for him. After all it owes to her pretty face and certainly ease of interpretation have flown so high. For being locked in an ivory tower, and the price of success coupled with a touch of paranoia of being condemned to live cooped up in a way, the frequent fiestas leaving room for long moments when the mind seems to run dry, as sick of loneliness or boredom.
Sofia Coppola uses themes already seen particularly in "Lost in Translation " loneliness magnified by these hotels and palaces, for example if they require you to keep your room (fear of enemy territory) you cutting a reality. Here the succession before the arrival of his daughter multiple clips, sitting on a sofa, staring into space, plans that S. Coppola for the long term requires the discomfort. The luxury and comfort, ease nauseum.
Youth, and finally a little love, filial and abetting first laughs the star awakens Sleeping Beauty, the film finds its second wind. But alas, the separations are always and even more formidable!

Sofia Coppola film sign minimalist, slow, does take some planning to do, cause feelings of well-revealing light of the abysmal void where Johnny sat on her sofa leaves appear completely empty a glance almost hopeless. It will illuminate on contact with his daughter before sinking again. Loneliness ransom of success, but not glory. Here is a delicate film
it should be noted that the interpretation of the fantastic young Elle Fanning and the no-fault Stephen Dorff , he reveals the cracks in his character, on the go, little by little with great talent.
voilou, I got to see this movie on his toes (which is rare read a couple reviews before) and came out delighted. Sofia Coppola finesse explores his character, his actors and the shortcomings of those who have everything ... except maybe ... love most?
Fan Cinema.Com "... The end of Somewhere, currently suspended, but waited too long, lets hope that by giving up almost Johnny Marco in his possible redemption, Sofia Coppola also leaves behind her themes of youth and finally offers a larger work soon eternally adolescent adult ... "
CritiKat.Com "... short of story ideas and staging, the director painfully recycles the recipe of his previous films (the evanescent blond teenage heroines, the spleen four stars the wealthy, anonymous hotels as the only benchmarks), but the charm of Lost in Translation and Marie Antoinette (who made a great debate in the drafting of Critikat its output) has disappeared to make way for a neurotic and clumsy melodrama Desperately boring and ridiculous ... "The
Monde.Fr -" Somewhere "Hollywood, the capital of spleen, the toc, the nothing

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In his hand encircled
The question of the existence
paths wandering
It crosses snorkeling
nights of his ward

Days bare syllables
Closed Doors of yore
Fragile imperceptible
Breathing
first nailed to the words of the book

Eye leaves
live flesh is written
bodies are ephemeral
Mots bleus the winter sky
ramp in airflow

In apnea She Egraine
and touch lines
In his dark loss
singing Where the Stars
Poetry flakes

memory pure water
specified in the Treaty
For consonants angels
Beads round vowels ...
mothering octaves



(Painting: Sea / maria-d)

White Skin Red Hair Blue Eyes

ABEL - De Diego Luna

ABEL

(Mexico, USA, 2010)

Making

Diego Luna Diego Luna

Scenario & Augusto Mendoza.
Note the names Executive producer John Malkovich & Gael García Bernal.

With Christopher Ruiz-Esparza (Abel), Karina Gidi (Cecilia), Gerardo Ruiz-Esparza (Paul), Geraldine Alejandra (Selena), José María Yazpik (Anselmo), Carlos Aragón (Fili) ... Synopsis


Abel, age 9, does not speak since his father left home. One day he finds the word, and thinks he is the head of household. Before this miracle, no one protests. Until one day a man rang the doorbell His father.

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Abel
Unable to "kill" the image of a father when the latter is absent, which is only nine years since the departure of this last one is plunged into a deep silence, of almost autistic. When
nine years so we go home after two years of hospitalization, during treatment course but suddenly call you back at the same time as any new authority. That the child of yesterday and today suddenly endorses the authority of the family head, take in hand the education of every young brother, so he considers as his son, watching his great dating sister (like her daughter ..) It's going? you still with me, this aspect is the most humorous movie but every time flush for every situation a certain severity, the child king is back identified the shortcomings but also the emotional chasm left by the father missing, not to mention the difficult financial condition in which the family and therefore mainly the mother faces. By recreating
like a schizophrenic delusion family led by a father of nine, the speech laid and sometimes surprising accuracy (It appears that Abel two years, immured in his silence, has carefully listened to, copied the speech of adults) Diego Luna creates situations sometimes funny, often correct.
The father's return will cause some discomfort and some revenge vis-à-vis those who must occupy a new place, passing from father to uncle ... And it's not over!

Diego Luna weaves a strange work in which a certain human condition, tarnished the family faces a harsh reality, the fragile health of a child as close to a certain madness to an anecdotal truth. A family once again shattered, a father who is finally revealed as ...
And Abel, you tell me .... To discover on your screen of course!

ABEL The Official Website

CritiKat.Com ".. First fiction actor Diego Luna presented at the last festival Cannes, this requires intimate tale charm playful and disturbing distress between playfulness and deaf. Luna, writer in the making? Abel is already better than a promise ... "The
Monde.Fr -" Abel "sensitive portrayal of a family without a father

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"The injured hand in a circle is its existence, an ocean of uncertainties, at the edge, his pupil , into nothingness, a journey through the night snorkeling.

Who to give the syllable in the days naked and fragile, breathing clears the doors, dark face, sad yesterdays, they spike words throughout the book.

The body leaves, bright eyes, blue sky in the flesh is a written record, an air sign, word for word on the transient ramp winter.

In all, she brushes the dark lines: the poetry she die? The writing shines in the darkness of his falling out with his loss, snorkeling at the bottom of the page.

words, in the way of water lines along specific phrases, children, angels of salt nights wear necklaces, pearls of vowels, consonants and voice discussions. "

Michel Chalandon

(Painting: Resurgence / maria-d)

Congrating A Friend For Having A Baby

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The wound carved in the palm of his hand
is the full circle of his existence ocean
uncertainty at the border of his ward
a winding road in the None of his nights
it crosses ocean in silence ... snorkeling

Nobody is there to give the syllable
days naked and vulnerable when her breathing
Walked to the closed doors of dark faces
these yesterdays sad and sweet that oiling
words in pure river of his sentences

Small bodies of dead birds under the leaves
humus eyelids open to blue sky
matter is offering a written record
little sign of the air gray eye of the angel
ephemeral writing attached to the boom of the winter

Far it touches all the dark lines
with the certainty that poetry dies
his writing is light at the heart of darkness
in this great wreck of stars born loss
snorkeling it plunges into the abyss of page

words fugitives running on the roads wave
crisp lines and precise all at the edge of the sentences
her children are angels from nights of salt
their necks they wore garlands of consonants
beads vowels ... and language to round



(Painting: Landscape unusual (Detail) / maria-d)

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Poupoupidou - Gerald Hustache Mathieu

Poupoupidou

A French Film

Hustache Gerald Mathieu

With Jean-Paul Rouve, Sophie Quinton, William Gouix, Olivier Rabourdin, Clara Ponsot ...

Synopsis

It is Paris and the author of best-selling thrillers.
It is the effigy of Beautiful blonde cheese Jura, the star of all Franche-Comte, convinced that she was in another life, Marilyn Monroe
... When they will meet in Mouthe City the coldest France, it is total failure of inspiration and she was already dead.
"probable suicide with sleeping pills" concluded the police. David Rousseau does not. In investigating the past of Candice Lecoeur, ill be sure to take inspiration for a new novel ...

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What a pleasure indeed to find themselves immersed in this vast white cross and a thousand icons and symbols of the American imagination. By Mouthe the Jura looks like a rocky, snowy, isolated motel run by a young gothic extroverted, frigid temperatures.
What our writer came into an inheritance form of ultimate snub, decides digging a little different this apparent fact, the author himself in search of inspiration and find searching the life of the local starlet, a possible and certain matters to his future novel.
Guided by the diaries of this young dead, he began his past and gradually creates a strange relationship as far as suicide is increasingly unlikely.
begins a reconstruction of the life of one who thought his destiny is inexorably linked to that of Marilyn .

Therein lies one of the great successes of the film, say three people, David Rousseau (Jean-Paul Rouve ,) Investigator-in writer in the tradition of thrillers U.S., he rolls in a Peugeot coupe and is rather like a good loser, miss a local service station noticed by a fashion photographer. Again the myth of U.S. donf 'transposed tire calendar icon to the local cheese! Here's all the flavor a nice irony, establishing a real parallel between the life stages of Candice Lecoeur (Sophie Quinton ) and that of the real Marilyn, the author builds a Marilyn in "Bidochon "somehow.
Another key to success third entity and the nature, the whiteness of Fargo to ogle next Coen, some shy flirtation with the irrational for a light scent came home Lynch, and now I regret that we did not force dose, even if we save this sound ... I would gladly stayed on my hunger on an ounce of unsolved mysteries ... order to even dream .. Marilyn - Candice ... and maybe see our investigator finally s install to Mouthe finally give in to calls gothic ghost continue indefinitely, perhaps leave his reason .. Just like Nicholson in "The Pledge"
Exits to lose interest in the investigation itself, an element of mystery or even unreality extra night would not have the film. The end keeper a little, but just one iota, however, the pleasure taken throughout the film incidentally fascinating as different from all the usual French production.

Diaphana - Official Site

Fan cinema.com "... It's the film that is immersed in this fantasy of the American dream with police are already seeing in the Canadian Mounted Police and other allusions to fun and entertaining mythology U.S. (and especially that of the most famous blond actress in Hollywood who have overturned the heart of so many men), Yet all firmly rooted in provincial France and proud of it.
The Monde.Fr - "Poupoupidou" in the heart of a polar Jura, a bloodless and preposterous thriller

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When Getting High Meant How High You Could Swing

Oceanfront

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And ... seafront
again she loses

algae in corals
flowers and emerald

in blue soul
she seized the moment
and painted on the beach

was lying on top
draped white sand

And then ... she was killed

in silence Pearl
she remembered
and returned

she took in her hands
the heart of the ocean
his broken salt
her curls of incense

on her rosy lips
she wrote the sentence
mysterious and wingless

in Wonderland
of his childhood dreams






(Painting: The sea / Henri Matisse)

Best Cold Breakfast Cereal

Tunisia ... Poetry ... Poets ... Friends

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Metaphysics of pink sand

Whenever I say "I got a" window
off and another light !
(is it the soft beam of lightning which couples the night in the shadow
or is it the rose in the desolation of the Sahara
which is guided by the flint of kings?) ...

Every time I say "I came", a window ensuring full light,
off, and no bats do not institute the night, with wings of velvet.
"Can I come?"
- Who?! .. No one lives this house!
- And the voice ... ?!
- No voice ... it is time that we as a shadow crosses ...
and even me ... I'm not there ... to listen.

she will come at night so that is not yet come?
am withdrawing from the dream sleep.
My heaven is a stone that built the ink of night
Is she black night or milk in my palm?
Is it Wed drunk water or shade of a white wing feathers?

I who live in my fingers,
every night I say "night lights in the starlight extinguished.
Every night I go down to your night without getting cross.
Every night I burn in the wall, your shadow, that I forget.
your night Nothing in my hand, but one mistake I called (the) death
and a shadow fell asleep in my fingers.

With the fingers of the palm, the Sahara welcomes us.
Whether we enter it!
Any shade is blind.
Any branch is a source of water.
We see things that bleed in their names:
neither knows she is the rose pink
neither the sun's wrong on the dunes
knows he is the sun nor the
Sahara where we are guided, not by blind
knows he's Sahara
neither you, Crossing my roads,
know you're you.
This love is a fifth season between two autumns
nor I, with you, know I'm me.


It - The night? It
: - Children's day.
It - Ebony? It
: - Pin grape.
It - Dawn? It
: - Shadow and Ash.
It - The Island? It
: - Think of a sea of water drunk.
It - The sea then? It
: - The "r" is wrong water that flows like this ... like that.
It - The "m"? It
: - Sometimes seashell Sometimes hatched
Stone closed.
It - The "e"? It
: - Night Sea folding his night.
It - The letter? It
: - Shadow or his bow echo.
It - The name? It
: - Think of a letter.
It - The picture? It
: - Think of a name.
It - The Sahara? It
: - Water.
It - Who bathes? It
: - My thirst.
It - The pink sand? It
:-You.
It - What that whispers to white ink? It
: - The silent language.
Her: - Women? It
: - Earth from beyond the night.
It - The Shadow? It
: - Ash light.
It - While still in the shadow of the angel that hangs in the night? It
: - My Song.
It - And the rainbow sky each fall asleep on the shoulder of the mosque ...
What does he think? It
: - As far as I attach the bell in his shadow of my song.
It - What do you ask Tonight? It
: - A lightning ... for me to feed the memory of the Sahara in a pink sand or a grain of sand.
It - Again? It
: - A lightning ... I see that these herbs in the white foam of the thighs.
It - Again? It
: - A lightning ... so I see a seed black salt that turns pink in the shade of the breasts and water that day in the water.
It - Death? It
: - Decorative window on a blank wall.
She: - ....... It
: - .........

I ask the pink:
- What does the death of us?
- It opens the doors to close without
and closes doors without opening them.

The pink sand is a tomb
when the Sahara was born and died.
Would it be possible therefore to deceive
water lava,
the sun that off,
wind which pulls the gold leaf?
Is it possible to inhabit the living dead night of the Rose closed?

The first thing the night lights ... it is our view
and we ensure their own shadows ...
The eyes are the last thing off the dead.
So shoot me - one by one -
all the curtains of oblivion.


Moncef Louhaibi
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Hypothesis For Dancing Raisins

Fire - From Denis Villeneuve

Perhaps to reach the 'minds of any information and receive the film as it comes!

Fire

(Canada 2009)

Director & Scenario

Denis Villeneuve.

Adapted from the play by Wajdi Mouawad .

Cast: Lubna Azabal (Nawal), Melissa Desormeaux-Poulin (Jeanne Marwan), Maxim Gaudette (Simon Marwan), Remy Girard (Jean Lebel) Abdelghafour Elaaziz (Abu Tarek) ...

Audience Award Prize Best Screenplay Award and Youth Jury the International Film Week Valladolid, Spain.
Award for best actress Lubna Azabal Film Festival in Abu Dhabi.
Audience Award Festival international du film francophone de Namur, Belgium.
Grand Jury Prize at the Warsaw Film Festival.


Synopsis Following the death of their mother Nawal Marwan (Lubna Azabal), twins Jeanne (Melissa Desormeaux-Poulin) and Simon (Maxim Gaudette) Marwan are awarded for reading the Will, two envelopes: one for a father they thought was dead and the other to a brother they never knew existed.
Jeanne sees the enigmatic silence of the key legacy of his mother, locked in an unexplained silence the weeks preceding his death. She immediately decides to leave the Middle East exhume the past of this family she knows almost nothing ...
Simon, himself, has no use for posthumous whims of the mother who has always been distant. But his love for his twin sister will push soon to join Jeanne and roam with it the land of their ancestors on the trail of a mother far from what they have known. They gradually discover the dark past of their families.

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This story, the story of a terrible drama, ( and how) you glued to the screen. Subtly constructed, this film does not lose you along the way despite the many back and forth between the past and Nawal this: Her daughter looks back and us and our eyes unfolds the story, the tragedy of the mother . Back Plan the Near East and the country's past mingles then the terrible romance. Painful memories or facts which then competes with the shame of honor. Also where the blow remugles of madness that men who kill each other more or less cruel sometimes in the name of God! The
Lebanon recognizable thousand and his painful past, here is what unravels in the footsteps of her mother, Jeanne . As we move it surprises in pain, until the incredible truth. A party in Lebanon, the other still in Canada.
Completion of the cord Denis Villeneuve issue between Quebec and gray colors of the "South", a powerful film, in which the terrible story of a family following the "History" with a capital 'H' this time, the southern tells us the film, cutting the story with characters or places.
opportunity also to issue a point of view additional testimony on Lebanon and the tragedies that have crossed through a fictional scenario and its remarkable scary as exceptional.
That undoubtedly one of the first slaps early this year, two hours and a few that you can not see through!

Fire - Film-Trailer

CritiKat.Com ".. Yet, Fire captive, despite the occasional annoyance it causes. First, because the story was invented by Wajdi Mouawad is an unstoppable dramatic power: with its round-trip time between the twins in this investigation and the search for the mother in the past, the film is in suspense from beginning to end until his last act, really overwhelming. ... "
The Monde.Fr - "Fire": how the movies reflect the tragedy of the Middle East?

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