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An Endless Winter

I want a long winter, a sky heavy with clouds, drenching me with rain, watering my withered fields, and filling my dry riverbeds with water. I want a life filled with winter, writing, music, and a hot cup of tea to warm my cold heart.

أنا مش عربي أنا فينيئي.

هو أي فينيئي بيحكي فرنسي؟

كون آخر جمعة

اليوم ناوي اطفي القناة، بس ما يهم لازم اشارك اللي استهلكه من البارحة واليوم.

“Cinema has never been the best place for propagating messages. It doesn't have the power to effect radical change in society. Filmmakers are like children with their toys. They can play for hours at reinventing the world, but there comes a moment when the adults walk in and tell them it's time to wash their hands and get ready for dinner. I don't want to talk politics political cinema with you, but let me say that though some people think filmmakers should seek to facilitate change, it seems to me that a truly influential film is one which reveals things that might previously have been obscure. If I can't alter someone's fate with a ninety-minute story, perhaps that person will at least think about something new after seeing one of my films, or experience unfamiliar feelings when reading a poem I wrote. Is a piece of wood pushed into the ground when a butterfly lands on it? Everything, regardless of size, has the potential to create an effect.”

Abbas Kiarostami, Lessons with Kiraostami.

“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.” ثم يقول بورخيس: "ما ندعوه إبداعًا ما هو إلا مزيج من نسيان ما قرأناه وما نتذكره"، ما يجعل القراءة "نشأة مستأنفة" للنص ولعملية الكتابة.

Jorge Luis Borges

🎧 Track: Silence and I 👤 Artist: The Alan Parsons Project 💽 Album: Eye In The Sky 📅 Date: 1982-06-01

Reason never seems to come to guilty men Things that meant so much mean nothing in the end Their function is dysfunction and to hide the truth Distracted by their faith, ignoring every proof A bicycle, a garden wall A mother's call, a love is born And after all the sleep that falls on me In the city, there are those that live alone Twilight brings them from the gloom into our homes And hiding there among the wreckage left behind They see things that haunt them when they close their eyes Come back if you want to And remember who you were 'Cause there's nothing here for you, my dear And everything must pass When the world doesn't want you It will never tell you why You can shut the door, but you can't ignore The crawl of your decline Come back (if you want to, child, come, child, come) (Child, come, child, come) Come back (if you want to, child, come, child, come) Come back (child, come, child, come) Oh, oh A bicycle, a garden wall A mother's call, a love is born And after all the sleep that falls on me

هذا الكتاب (دروس مع كياروستامي) عظيم، انصح أن تتطلعوا عليه، قرأت منه شوية وبالفعل راقي! راح انشر اللي قرأته بعد شوية، مو كلهن لأن هواي اللي قرأته تقريبًا.

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