...Hence it doesn't matter that you feel continuously reduced to silence, that your own discourse seems to you smothered beneath the monstrous discourse of the amorous subject: in 
Teorema the "other" does not speak, but he inscribes something within each of those who desire him—he performs what the mathematicians call a catastrophe (the disturbance of one system by another): it is true that this mute figure is an angel.
A Lover's Discourse, 
Roland Barthes
"Vücuduna bak. Sevgisizlik ve güvensizlikten acı içinde."
Luc Besson | Angel-A, (2005)
Maalesef Öyle.
"Vücuduna bak. Sevgisizlik ve güvensizlikten acı içinde."
Luc Besson | Angel-A, (2005)
If I Must Die
If I must die,
you must live
to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings
(make it white with a long tail).
So that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye,
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze —
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself —.
Sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above,
and thinks for a moment an angel is there
bringing back love.
If I must die
let it bring hope,
let it be a story.
Rıfat el-Arir
Halo , ışık halkası ○ hale
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standin' in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
It's like I've been awakened
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