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wdomingo, 27 de abril de 2003 |
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Eu sabia que seria foda. Mas eu não sabia que seria TÃO FODA!!
The poor dope - he always wanted a pool. Well, in the end, he got himself a pool.
I AM big. It's the pictures that got small.
We didn't need dialogue. We had faces!
Well, this is where you came in, back at that pool again, the one I always wanted. It's dawn now and they must have photographed me a thousand times. Then they got a couple of pruning hooks from the garden and fished me out... ever so gently. Funny, how gentle people get with you once you're dead.
And I promise you I'll never desert you again because after 'Salome' we'll make another picture and another picture. You see, this is my life! It always will be! Nothing else! Just us, the cameras, and those wonderful people out there in the dark! ...All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.
posted by
João Cândido at 09:18
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