The Cranes Are Flying (1957) Dir. Mikhail Kalatozov

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The Cranes Are Flying (1957) Dir. Mikhail Kalatozov
The Cranes Are Flying (1957) Dir. Mikhail Kalatozov
Most would come into this world and leave it without even knowing what they had missed. A soul only came forward when it found its twin, when it felt no need to rely on mere words to explain itself… It was only then that we truly began to live - live with our soul. At that moment, all doubts and shame could be set aside. All rules could be broken, as two souls joined in embrace. All my inhibitions had disappeared. All I wanted was to pour out my heart to her, the good with the bad, the weaknesses with the strengths, holding nothing back, baring my soul. — Sabahattin Ali, Madonna in a Fur Coat
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Should I, window, yield to your invitation?
Or defend myself, window? Whom would I wait for?
Am I not whole, with this life that listens,
with this heart overflowing with utter loss?
With this road that passes before me, and the doubt
that you could give this excess whose dream holds me back?