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New Short-Films (Counterpoint) (Punto 40)

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(Punto 40). Original Story by: Franero

New Short-Films (Counterpoint) (Punto 40)

This Image of the New Short-Films (Counterpoint)

(Punto 40). Original Story by: Franero

New Short-Films (Counterpoint) (Punto 40)

This Image of the New Short-Films (Counterpoint)

(Punto 40). Original Story by: Franero

Letter to my mind !!!

MONOLOGUE: LIKE SHORT-FILM MONOLOGO: PARACORTOMETRAJE

LETTER TO MY MIND…./CARTA A MI CONSCIENCIA….

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running to my life shouting,
What a bargain, let's buy it.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual? They wonder about Solomon and all his wives.

In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul
and you are that. But we have ways within each other
that will never be said by anyone. Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers.

If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.Then I think we would see the beauty.Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil. - Bright Eyes

Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention? - Eternal Sunshine

I don't know what you heard about me, but I'm a different kind of cop. I'm from the streets, and I'm the laaaast cop you'll ever want to mess with in a darkened al... dark alley...
Nobody fucks with the Jesus.