Yalnızca çiçekler ve ağaçlar kurumaz. İnsanlarda kurur Mathilda.
🎬Leon The Professional
“I’m sorry.” The stinging in my eyes was welling over now. He couldn’t do this. Not like this. “I’m so sorry, Leon, please, please don’t —”
“Don’t say you’re sorry.” His voice was just a whisper as he backed away, putting distance between us as if he was afraid I’d cling to him again. “No human is ready for forever, and forever is all I have. But you gave me a part of your life, when mortal lives are so short.” He laughed softly. “I suppose saving your soul could be as good as owning it, so you’d better fucking survive.” He glanced back at the trees, as a freezing wind ruffled his hair and another cry shattered the night. As the awful sound faded away, he said, “You should know that I love you, for whatever that’s worth. Stay alive. Don’t waste that mortal life.”
That was where he left me, standing there in the door with tears streaming down my face and his name in my hand.
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“Why are you afraid of them lurking around, when you know the most dangerous thing in this house is me?” He turned me in his arms, nudging up my chin with his fingers. “And I’m on your side, lucky for you.”
I hated this constant feeling of being hunted. “Are you?”
He frowned. “Excuse me?”
“Are you on my side? Really?”
His expression grew serious, almost angry. His playful smirk was gone. “What the hell gave you the idea that I wasn’t, Rae?”
I bit my lip, shaking my head. “You plan on leaving again, don’t you? I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if I don’t find something here to protect myself. Those things won’t leave me alone.” I tried to look back out the window, but Leon caught my face and wouldn’t let me look.
“I came back,” he said. “Doesn’t that count for something?”
“It’s temporary,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. But I was scared, and I’d been keeping all my fears and frustrations quiet because who the hell was I supposed to talk to about it?
Who would understand, besides him?
“I don’t do temporary.” His voice was a snarl as he tucked his hands behind his back. It felt like a warning now, when he did that. His hands were clasped away, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to touch me. It was an indicator of his self-control, an effort not to do too much before I was begging for it. “You have forgotten — you’re mine, Rae. Frankly I should punish you for daring to suggest otherwise.”
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“I don’t want you to go,” I said. He frowned.
“Then make me stay. Properly. Not with petty magic tricks.”
Give up your soul.
Terrifying, alluring. Everything I wanted and was terrified of having. A weight so heavy it crushed the words inside me.
Leon smirked.
“Go inside, doll. For tonight, I’ll watch. In the morning, I’ll go.”
“That’s not fair.” My voice sounded petulant. Desperate.
He shook his head. “No. It’s not. I’ve yet to find fairness anywhere on Earth.”
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“You used to come out here and feed your fairies,” he said. “You believed in something you couldn’t see, something you couldn’t grasp. I did too, once. Boulevard du Temple, Paris. 1755. There was a young man with a violin and fire in his heart. I believed, with such certainty, he would be mine. And I was young. So much imagination.” He shook his head. “Humans grow old so quickly. Your lives are the blink of an eye when you see all eternity stretched out before you. Yet I kept bringing honey to something I couldn’t hold, I couldn’t possess. He died.” He nodded, as if to remind himself that it was true. “His fire was gone. So easily. And then my name was called by strangers, to Cairo. By the time I’d freed myself, and went back to France…” He fluttered his hand. “I never found his grave. I searched. I haunted the cemeteries so long they began to tell stories of me. Zane found me there.” He shook his head. “He dragged me back to Hell. Told me I was mad. Mad for a human whose soul I could never possess.”
“Leon…” I didn’t know what to say. It had been centuries, but his voice was still rough with pain. So many years, and a single human death haunted him.
Ironic that a killer would be tortured by a death.
“I’ve spent enough time haunting graveyards,” he said. “If you gave me your soul, neither gods nor men could take you from me. And that frightens you.”
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“Why did you protect me, Leon?”
He looked appalled at my question. He shook his head, but I insisted. “Why are you protecting me? Why? What makes me any different than the last girl?”
He was really scowling now; his hands were working inside his jacket, as if he was clenching and unclenching his fists. His jaw, too, was tensing. But I let the question hang. I wanted an answer. There was a hell of a lot going on that I didn’t understand, but him? Us? Whatever the hell that meant? I wanted to know.
“I decided I wanted you,” he said simply, but the words barely made their way out from between his teeth. “I saw you, and...and I felt…” He winced, as if the word stung. Felt. What did a demon feel? “Not anger. Not hatred or fury. You…” He turned his face away, staring back into the trees. “You’re a light in the dark, and I’ve been in the dark a very long time.”
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Leon might have appreciated the majestic view a bit more if he wasn't so goddamn late.
Frida Kahlo ve Diego Rivera
Frida ve ünlü Meksikalı muralist Diego Rivera ilk kez 1922’de lisede bir proje üzerinde çalışmaya gittiğinde tanıştılar. Frida, Rivera’nın okulun konferans salonunda “The Creation” adlı bir duvar resmi yapış süreci boyunca Diego’yu sık sık ziyaret etti. Rivera’dan hem sanatsal ve hem de duygusal anlamda oldukça
ÇAĞIMIZIN BÜYÜK “UYGARLIKLARININ”HAİNLERLE İLİŞKİSİ KONUSUNDA ÜÇ ÖRNEK
1. OLAY: Amerika Birleşik Devletleri: (“in God We Trust” / Tanrı'ya Güveniriz)
karşısında
Ezra Pound: (Şair ve hain)
Radyo yayınları aracılığıyla, Amerikan askerlerine, İtalya'ya karşı silaha sarılmamaları çağrısında bulunduğu için, İkinci Dünya Savaşı'ndan
"Fırtınadan önceki bu sessizlik dakikalarına bayılıyorum. Bana Beethoven'ı hatırlatıyor."
🎬 Léon: The Professional (1994)
Frederick Watkins, kavrayış gücü oldukça yüksek bir çalışma olan The Age of Ideology (İdeoloji Çağı) adlı kitabında, ideolojinin neredeyse tamamen siyasal aşırı-uçlardan geldiğini ileri sürmektedir. Ona göre ideolojiler her zaman mevcut duruma karşı olmuşlardır. Halihazırdaki düzende aniden gelişen bir değişime niyet ederler ve bu nedenle de çoğunlukla saldırgan, devrimci ve şiddet yanlısıdır. Watkins, bütün ideolojilerin basit terimlerle kurulu, amaçları bakımından ütopik oldukları ve insan türünün başarı ile mutluluğu bulma potansiyeline duyulan güçlü bir inancı sergiledikleri yönünde ilerletir düşüncesini.
Sayfa 15
“Bir şeyin sana ait olduğunu anlamak için onu özgür bırak Mathilda”
-Leon The Professional
"Değerini bilmiyorsa onun için mücadele etmenin bir anlamı yok."
-Leon: The Professional