to make me dream of you

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What a Wicked Game... (❤️‍🔥)

[moonandtrees]

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Loneliness for two during the day

It’s hot, then it’s cold

You say "it's over," and I agree with you...

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August 13, Thursday.

[dunhilll]

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"We are alike in our silences and absences. And, why not say, also in the misfortunes we drink from the sap of the days and against which it is so difficult, so exhausting to fight when youth fades and, with it, the strength that insolence and indifference provide.

Yes, I am tired, I admit, but not to the point of ceasing to love those whom I love unconditionally."

― Albert Camus, fragment of a letter to René Char

[ravenoffthecliff]

he had a distant sense that all this optimism was also morbid

- fyodor dostoyevsky, from "crime and punishment"

source: pinterest

[anasteros]

Demons, 1971

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Der Himmel über Berlin (1987) dir. Wim Wenders

Der Himmel über Berlin (Wings of Desire) is a poetic and deeply philosophical exploration of human existence and love. Set in a divided Berlin, the film follows two angels, Damiel and Cassiel, who observe the lives of humans with quiet compassion. When Damiel falls in love with a lonely trapeze artist, he longs to experience the joys and sorrows of mortality. This meditation on connection and longing is both timeless and universal.

Wim Wenders combines lyrical storytelling with striking cinematography by Henri Alekan. The film shifts between black-and-white and color to symbolize the angels' ethereal perspective and the vibrancy of human life. Peter Handke's evocative script, paired with a haunting score by Jürgen Knieper and Nick Cave’s music, amplifies its emotional resonance.

Premiering at the Cannes Film Festival, the film earned Wenders the Best Director prize and is now celebrated as a masterpiece of European cinema. Its enduring legacy inspired a Hollywood remake, City of Angels (1998), though Wenders' original remains unparalleled in its artistry and depth.

#DerHimmelÜberBerlin #WingsOfDesire #WimWenders #PeterHandke #HenriAlekan #EuropeanCinema #PhilosophicalCinema #NickCave #cinemamonamour

Production Companies

Road Movies Filmproduktion

Argos Films

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July 30, Thursday.

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I haven't stopped thinking about you,

I'd like to tell you.

I'd like to write to you that I miss you

and I think about it.

But I don't look for you.

I don't even write to you.

I don't know how you are and I miss you.

Do you have plans?

Did you laugh today?

What did you dream about?

Are you going out?

Where are you going?

Do you have dreams?

Have you eaten?

I wish I could find you

but I don't have the strength and neither do you.

So we continue waiting in vain

and we think about it.

And remind me of myself and remember that I think about you,

that you don't know,

but I live for you every day,

that I write about you.

And remember that searching and thinking

are two different things.

And I think about you

but I don't look for you.

[jacksally]

PROJECT HAIL MARY 2026, dir. Phil Lord & Christopher Miller

[cosmonautroger]

July 17th, Planet Earth

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[iiumz]

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And speaking of longing Where are you? Where are your eyes That we don't see Where is that body? That left me breathless From so much pleasure (...) Where Are You Now song by Toquinho and Vinicius de Moraes

[ciivll6]

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I miss you, even though you were never truly mine. I can taste your kiss, even though I’ve never tasted it. I can smell your scent, even though I’ve never drawn close to you. I long for everything we never lived, yet it remains in my mind— feeling so real that I can touch it, feel the warmth of your skin and the light brush of your trembling lips near my ear, whispering softly that you are mine—in this life, and for all eternity.

Jefferson Cury

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De l'amour (1964)

dir. Jean Aurel

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Many people are good to me. Many hate me. But there are those who know I am really a sort of simple soul trapped in a wild gamble—who know me, know I am sitting between these walls, know I’ve been burned and am still laughing.

Charles Bukowski

[cosmonautroger]

Sombrero Galaxy, Hubble Telescope

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