topicul poate include si asta(sau altele asemanatoare):

“And when the lamb had opened the seventh seal…
There was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour
And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound
The first angel sounded and there followed
hail and fire mingled with blood..
And they were cast upon the earth
And the third part of the trees was burnt up…
And all the green grass was burnt up
And the second angel sounded….
And as it were a great mountain burning with fire
Was cast into the sea
And the third part of the sea became blood
And the third angel sounded
And there fell a great star from heaven
Burning as if it were a lamp
And the name of the star
Is called Wormwood”

Filmul nu e extraordinar, dar poezia este minunata.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.

I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Din "10 things I hate about you"


Si rugaciunea din "Bondock Saints"

And shepherds we shall be,
For Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand,
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee,
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.

BTW, dupa 10 ani apare Bondock Saints 2 .... Abia astept :X

Din "21 grams"

The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer

by Eugenio Montejo
translated by Peter Boyle

The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's score.