Marilyn Monroe on the set of her first movie, Scudda Hoo! Scudda Hay! (1948)
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Marilyn Monroe on the set of her first movie, Scudda Hoo! Scudda Hay! (1948)
Jean Harlow, born Harlean Harlow Carpenter
(3 March, 1911 – 7 June, 1937 ∞ )
I was not a born actress. No one knows it better than I. If I had any latent talent, I have had to work hard, listen carefully, do things over and over and then over again in order to bring it out.
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Marilyn Monroe on the set of her first movie, Scudda Hoo! Scudda Hay! (1948)
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Cry
Do not Cry for Me
Do not cry for you
Cry for who ….. Will cry for you
Echoes
In the sky On the horizon The stars are erasing one by one Leaving the landscape in total darkness Drops of sweat fall one to a wetting the ground Lost and alone in the echoes of Emptiness The mind in total Catatonia An emotional white The poor man who was looking for paradise gave up to go in pursuit of happiness Consumed by the memories of the past Nobody’s son He’s the only one who walks through the valley of death. Because the heart doesn’t feel The body doesn’t feel.
Someday I’ll be great
It’s hard to live but it’s easy to die
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Underneath my skin
I know I could feel slipping underneath my skin the pain I kept in my heart just for me what I swore to be beautiful nothing more it was a sweet illusion I kept my head up I pretended the coups of destiny didn’t touch me but only I know how much I lied Because the word that turns the world is the Lie 1 hour my big hour comes I have left to believe why it was only what I left the marks on my skin would always be here with me because the hearts do not close.