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The Lock has dreamed at the meat of the swan !( Ancient Chinese teaching )

It was a time that never had a old scaly grandfather frogs which was when he woke up from their sleep on February 14 because of heat emanating from Valentine's hearts.

And as she stood him on the banks of a pond , between dream and wakefulness, gasping for breath in the sun yet was warming up, he sees a princess seeking first flowers visible stars in the grass just cornered

Bewitched by the beauty girl , tried to attract attention with a deafening croak what did he want to be endearing , but in his throat he perished sound , rather to the cry for help at hearing , princess , and it leaves blue eyes toward him , ranging from pity , he had his palms in hollow , caressing them with her fingers long and perfume . --Oh ! Where did you more east and you ? He went up to her lips red as fire and handed him her warmth of breath perfumed . Then , he put down and pushed him gently with his foot to go . He turned and walked as if floating above grass to the side of the road where he was waiting for an open carriage . The toad would accompany him as a , heated now , and dizzy by the fragrance Princess , a to scale lodgings , concerning his eyes bulging from the wonderful creature had it back to life . Thrown out of drawn by white horses , Princess with one last glance and disappeared . Left alone on the side of the road waited . And he waited , and came that night , and the wind chilled him , he waited , and he came at night with frost , and he waited motionless .... By morning , when he murmured at night to the day , and frost is the most hard-eyed , the toad would accompany him as a still waited on the side of the road to come and Princess's . To the last gleam of his life , before to go out of the door through eternity road to , he realized that his breath warm on the princess was not a whisper that had made them to endure so many , those were words : " .... dreaming of me ! And I'll come ... " they were only in the mind of him … ……

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bizonul

9 years ago

https://player.vimeo.com/video/20658635

Minka from Birdling Films on Vimeo.

A film about place and memory, a farmhouse in Japan, and the lives of the people who called it home.

*Read about the making of the film at NYTimes.com: nytimes.com/2015/03/19/travel/minka-a-farmhouse-in-japan.html

*** Cinema Eye Honors, Nominee, Outstanding Achievement in Nonfiction Short Filmmaking International Documentary Association Awards, Nominee, Best Documentary Short Florida Film Festival, Grand Jury Award for Best Documentary Short Savannah Film Festival, Special Jury Award

Official Selection: True/False Film Festival, Aspen Shortsfest, Full Frame Documentary Film Festival, Hot Docs International Documentary Festival, DOC NYC, Sheffield Doc/Fest, SILVERDOCS, Palm Springs ShortFest, Camden International Film Festival, Architecture Film Festival Rotterdam, Louisville’s International Festival of Film, Tacoma Film Festival, DOK Leipzig, New Orleans Film Festival, Hawaii International Film Festival, Architecture and Design Film Festival (NYC), Bergen International Film Festival, Rocky Mountain Women’s Film Festival, Starz Denver Film Festival, Red Rock Film Festival

birdlings.com facebook.com/pages/Minka/188074291223815

*** Directed, Produced and Photographed by Davina Pardo Produced by Andrew Blum Executive Produced by Tyler Hayes Consulting Producer Deborah Shaffer Editor Lila Place Additional Camera Liam Dalzell Original Music Max Avery Lichtenstein

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bizonul

10 years ago

Birds of Paradise: Blue Parrot by AyuAna on Flickr.

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bizonul

9 years ago

Tale for Neneko

8 Octombrie 2015

In all my trips I are careful to look at piles of rubble to find gems in the shape of heart, as we found before.

Today I passed beside just such a mountain of stone river and among them, one drew my attention through color.

My heart stood still as I thought I found a dragon egg. With great care I gave the stones hopes to be whole but to my disappointment it was just a piece of bark.

I turned a curious because I had never seen inside a dragon egg. All books and manuscripts showed just outside the shell.

I was pleased with that. From what I read I knew that if you own a dragon egg big heads magical powers and I wanted this so I can pass the barriers worlds and get to see The Queen of Worlds but with a piece of bark I could not meet only a dream. I collected shell in my hand and I took it to heart right, I closed my eyes and I thought from another girl that I wanted to see. Dizziness seized me, as when crossing barriers worlds but passed very quickly that meant that I had come. Slowly open my eyes I saw right next to me.

He watched curiously as they appeared beside her and not knowing who I was but after I reminded him of the letter for her to worry. We started walking down the alleys of the park discussed in English. He knew little of the language, just like me, but it was enough so we can communicate. Reading the letter, he understood the meaning did not know how to react so she would rather not answer. Out of curiosity she visited page, read some of the stories but it was hard to understand the cultural . difference is huge. The fairy tale I wrote not found its place in her world. Suddenly it started raining and we had to take cover under a tree. Though an old tree with a crown impressive longer oozing all water droplets on the leaves her thin hair and dress. I removed the raincoat I had in the bag and I put them gasping and hood over his head. I looked at her and I said amused:

- Now you look like Blue Riding Hood!

He left his head in one hand, how often do have any confusion, blinked several times in her big eyes and remembered the story of Red Riding Hood and told me smiling:

- No no ! Vampires are kings and this is my cloak!

Run through the rain splash hot summer cape just like a cloak and cried :-

I am Vampire Queen ,,,,I am Vampire Queen!

He stopped at one point, stood so motionless for a while, just watching me and then started running toward me :

- Look! I am the vampire queen and can even fly!

Since his escape by throwing myself floating through the air with blue cape waving around her. I held out hands to catch her but her speed was too high so we felt the blow in the chest which caused me to hit the tree trunk ....... When I returned, I was in the same place where the dragon had found eggshell with his hand to his chest. I opened slightly fist and saw that it was filled with a sort of greenish-gray sand. Perhaps the dream that consumed the magical power of the shell disintegrated through a small explosion that shook my whole body.

by Tonko Alexandru

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