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Welcome,
Here we hope to find the spirit of the films by Douglas Sirk.
Whispering friendly, walking into the woods in our particular Walden. Feel free to post a comment and walk around. There's something subtle between heaven and earth we are losing by the passing hours of the little things in life.

We can recapture the silence here, the magic of the slow movement of a leaf.
Come and share this magnificent obsession...
You have time.

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Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows:
If I by miracle can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that heaven allows.

Love and Life
by John Wilmot
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27.9.09

Yves Montand / Les Feuilles Mortes

Yves Montand, Les Feuilles Mortes (Autumn Leaves). A voice with no need of orchestra...

There are so many autumn leaves blowing on the wind in the films of Sirk too...

Music: Joseph Kosma

Lyrics: Jacques Prévert

25.9.09

the window

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The most wonderful and magical window I've ever seen in my life is in All That Heaven Allows. It's maybe the first thing that comes to my mind once I remember the film.

24.9.09

who are you


Martinique, André Kértész
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know.
Emily Dickinson

breakfast time

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Before Breakfast
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Believing six things to be wrong before our breakfast has been made occurs when coffee isn’t strong and toast is lacking marmalade. Opinions wrongly circulated may be endured by brains refreshed by coffee freshly percolated, and toast with marmalade that’s echt. Gershon Hepner
_____________ Alice laughed: “There's no use trying, ” she said; “one can't believe impossible things.” ”I daresay you haven't had much practice, ” said the Queen. “When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” Alice in Wonderland.

23.9.09

cat people


Mark Twain
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All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn. ... all American writing comes from that. There was nothing before. There has been nothing as good since. The Green Hills of Africa, Ernest Hemingway

22.9.09

le temps des cerises


Summer, Giuseppe Arcimboldo
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summer ends,
let's remember now
the time of cherries