The unfolding human drama
How beautiful it would be if a movie hits your
heart’s softest spot and reminds you of every single emotion that
you’ve been going through being a woman; by confronting the
never-ending inner desires as well as the agony of femininity.
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EDVARD TUSK: without his face
Room two twenty-four smelled of pepper, stale
smokes, and the apricot deodorant a teenage girl would spray under
her arms. From the open door, where I leaned, wincing from the
damage the five minutes of cold had done to my eyes,
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Dialogues-Des-Carmalites:
The nuns at war
Francis Poulenc scored for the voice and not for
the keyboard. Yet, Poulenc's opera, Dialogues-Des-Carmalites was
more than an attraction. What unfolded was fantastic.
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