The Forbidden City

Unspeakable secrets are hidden within the Forbidden City.

Everyone will suffer

- Your Daddy loves you.
- He wants me to go away!
- No he doesn't...
- But he doesnt know...
- He doesnt know what?
- Everyone will suffer ...
...
- You don't want to hurt anyone.
- But I do, and I'm sorry. It won't stop.

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Beyond words

- Am I beautiful, my love ?
- Beyond words. Am I ?
- Oh yes. Beyond words.



- You killed her !!
- No, I didn't. I only let her die.

False light

I guess your state of mind
Is not yours to desire
And all you need is time

to find your space in false light ...

Too many times

Too many times I have been high
Too many times I ran away, no need to cry
Too many times my body lies awake
Too many times these pills I take
Too many times I've woken up depressed
Too many times I put my life to the test
Too many times I've taken this trip
Too many times I have slipped
Too many times my body can't take
Too many times I've made a mistake
Too many times I haven't realized
Too many times my mind became paralyzed

Last Man Standing

Smells like opium ...

Opium, nicotine, valium, vicodin, marijuana, ecstasy and alcohol ...


Opium is a narcotic resin and it contains up to 16% morphine, which is most frequently processed chemically to produce heroin for the black market.
Valium is a drug which is a benzodiazepine derivative. It possesses anxiolytic, anticonvulsant, sedative, skeletal muscle relaxant and amnestic properties. This makes it a useful drug for treating anxiety, insomnia, seizures, alcohol withdrawal, and muscle spasms.
Vicodin is a selective pain killer commonly seen as a white tablet with the name "Vicodin".

I feel ...

I feel wonderful, I could sky dive from the moon
Sail an ocean, on my fingertips
When the wind screams your name, i'll take his hand
I'm free, to run, run, run, to you

I feel wonderful

Bad dreams

- Do you have bad dreams?
- Sometimes.
- What happens in your dreams?
- They come for me.
- Who comes?
- They.
- Why do They come for you?
- To eat me.

Who is she ?

Oh, who is she ? A misty memory ? A haunting face, is she a lost embrace ? Am I in love with just a theme ? Or is she just a dream ? A mystery ?

I call her name across an endless plain. She'll answer me, i hope, where ever she may be ... but who is she ?

Somewhere across the sea of time, a love immortal just like mine will come to me eternally. Immortal she, oh please ... return to me.

Am descoperit Kumm

Spre tine ma-ndrept
Si cred c-ai o mie de chipuri
La fel cu-acel pe care-l privesc
Zâmbesc, visez cu orbite solare
La fel cu-acel care-i altul mereu

Nu pot sa ating
Cuvintele ce-ncet se sting
Nu pot fi altul decât sunt
Ma înspimânt
Suntem toti o apa si-un pamânt

Pe tine te-astept
Iar tu nici nu stii ca traiesc
La fel, fidel unui punct de rascruce
Ce-aduce cu visele noastre comune
Ramâne doar sa vedem unde-o duce

Nu pot sa ating
Cuvintele ce-ncet se sting
Nu pot fi altul decât sunt
Ma înspimânt
Suntem toti o apa si-un pamânt

Gray

A long walk from home. A longer walk into the fields. Colors everywhere. Rich greens, reds, blues ... a spectacle of light. I see gray, dark, morbid tones. I raise my camera and shoot. Yes. Perfect. One more, i know it will be the same, but i take one more. Perfect again. Every place i'm in, every mood i'm in, every thing i do ... Every move i make, every step i take, every thing i know.
Gray

End

3 billion human lives will end on August 29th, 2007. The survivors of the nuclear fire will call the war Judgment Day. They will live only to face a new nightmare: the war against the machines.

Con dei piedi l’punte

Away

Take me away ... million miles away from here!

Discrimination

Nightcrawler: Excuse me? They say you can imitate anybody, even their voice.
Mystique: [as Nightcrawler] Even their voice.
Nightcrawler: Then why not stay in disguise all the time? You know, look like everyone else.
Mystique: Because we shouldn't have to.

Mutation

Mutation. It is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few millennia, evolution leaps forward.

Vampire vs Human

-Hi.
-Hi.
-Come here often?.
-All the time.
-I don' t see any marks.
-You haven' t seen the rest of my body.
-Is that an invitation?.
-Sorry, I'm taken.
-And, where is your host?
-He's here somewhere.
-This host, what's his name?.
-Marius.
-Sorry, don't know the guy.
-Of course not. He's an ancient.
-There aren't any ancients left. They all turned to dust.So unless you've got him in a bottle somewhere .
-You're brave to joke. I wish you could meet him.
-And why is that?.
-Because you might learn something.Excuse me.
-Going somewhere?
...
-Now this will only hurt a little bit. In fact, you might even enjoy it.

Wild Things

Detective Corelli: Are you a pro?
Catherine: No, I'm an amateur.
Detective Corelli: Were you ever engaged in any sadomasochistic activity?
Catherine: Exactly what did you have in mind, Mr. Correli?
Detective Corelli: Did you ever do drugs with the deceased?
Catherine: Sure.
Detective Corelli: You like playing games don't you?
Catherine: I have a degree in psychology, it goes with the turf... Games are fun.
Detective Corelli: How can anyone so beautiful be so manipulative !?!

System

Take my breath away

I heard you for the first time on the radio
When I was going somewhere in a car
You touched my heart, like a knife that's very sharp
Or like a bird, you just set free
That's just like me, when I hear you speakI like vanilla and I like sex
I ride the pony that I like best
I knew I that there was something I missed
I was fifteen when I first got kissed, before I knew about the equality way
I wanted to get laid to "Take my breath away"

I rise

You may pull me down, until i hurt
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may throw me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I shall rise.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still, like a bird, I shall rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries ?

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I shall rise.

Get up, stand up!

Get up, stand up ... open your eyes!

Pass this on

I'm in love with your brother
what's his name?
I thought I'd come by
to see him again
when you two danced
oh what a dance
when you two laughed
oh what a laugh
has he mentioned my age love?
or is he more into young girls with dyed black hair?
I'm in love with your brother
I thought I'd come by

...

Stop looking

I close my eyes
My haunting place.
Wherever I am
I see your face.

I see you
You're not there.
I hear you
But there's nothing.

Don't hurt me
I'm pleading.
Stop looking
I'm bleeding.

Silent little sin

The darkness is suffocating and relentless
Revealing her while she creeps up to my bed
I feel her hand touching me and I know it's time
Time to go away ... deep inside my head

So I go to "sleep," to a place where it
all just seems like a very bad dream
A place that I can pretend nothings wrong, a
place where I never cry and I never scream

I hear her grown while she lays here in my arms
Trying to lure me in, with her darkest charms
I feel her breath, creeping down my naked skin
I try to stop, but i want this love. Our silent little sin.

Creature

It flows around him and it reaches the ground
A macabre creature takes birth on the body found
Widely distorted and with a chilling effect
Yet a thrilling achievement for this architect

Becoming conscientious now it feels so real
Revealing what it means, a casing tries to conceal
Soul unclean, now here's his monochromatic dream
Silence ... Silence .... Scream.

Angajare de clown

Într-un spectacol reuşit de actorie, cei trei clovni fac ultimele tumbe dinaintea extincţiei reluând inconştient istoria creaţiei: înălţare - cădere - agonie - extaz. Unde înălţarea şi extazul ţin de prietenie, de bucuria cu care fiecare îşi ocroteşte înfrigurat partenerii de arenă. Apoi, de jocul din care e făcută esenţa artei lor. Iar căderea şi agonia ţin de starea concurenţială în care fiecare vrea să intre primul la acest (ultim) casting ca să ia crema succesului şi - inevitabil - să-şi înlăture prietenii. Chiar şi fizic. Cu suflete de copii, cei trei, acum, înainte de cea din urmă scamatorie, sunt nostalgici după starea primară a tumbelor de grup, după gradul zero al adorabilelor şuturi în fund. Emblematică pentru perfecta inadecvare a artei lor la ritmul vieţii actuale este scena cu clovnul repetând de zece ani pantomima cu ploaia ("ştiţi cât de greu este de redat ploaia, aproape la fel de greu ca şi mersul pe loc"). Doar arbitrarul ploii salvează personajul mimat de la moartea prin lovituri în scena în care acesta respiră o candoare tragică.

Dar, cu toată nostalgia după paradisul bufoneriilor, încasarea cruzimilor e la ordinea zilei, iar pattern-urile comportamentale ale agresivităţii devin a doua lor natură. Aici stă reuşita spectacolului: în ambivalenţa permanentă cu care personajele trăiesc totul. Căci ceea ce se citeşte limpede în montarea regizorului este starea inconştientă în care cei trei practică, la diferenţă de un minut, generozitatea; apoi rapacitatea; şi din nou ajutorul cald pe care şi-l oferă unul altuia. Clovnii sunt de o mobilitate interioară extremă, părând să acceseze, în fiecare secundă, toate registrele afectivităţii. Şi, astfel, relaţiile dintre ei se schimbă cu viteza luminii, ceea ce obligă actorii la o perpetuă demonstraţie de virtuozitate în modul rapid în care reacţionează unul la replica, gestul şi starea celorlalţi. Relaţiile lor se derulează pe nisipuri mişcătoare. Când joacă doi împotriva celui de al treilea, când fiecare împotriva celorlalţi. De aici ritmul de ping-pong în care cele mai grozave mutaţii se petrec în atitudinea lor: complicităţi de o clipă, venin de minute. Cine poate să reziste la această gimnastică a afectivităţii decât artistul de circ, experimentând splendoarea şi cruzimea tot la două minute, trist şi sublim, obişnuit să încaseze, pe propria cocoaşă, toată răutatea lumii?

Emoţiile se succed în stare pură fără să lase nimic în urmă, în afara grijii, la fel de repede uitate, pentru cine le plăteşte drumul (desigur, ultimul). Şi, bineînţeles, în afara fantasmelor în care se proiectează "milioane de supe".

Aşa arată cei trei clovni, pe deplin deprinşi cu regula jocului, într-un spectacol despre modelele comportamentale şi substanţa relaţiilor între artişti. În lumea lor de circ, esenţele pure ale artei s-au amalgamat, Binele, Adevărul şi Frumosul au devenit pasta groasă din care se nasc tumbele, scamatoriile, şuturile în fund. Şi, în final, crima.

Oooh

She moves like she don't care
Smooth as silk, cool as air
Oooh it makes you wanna’ cry

She doesn't know your name
And your heart beats like a subway train
Oooh it makes you wanna’ die

Hello and Welcome

Hello and welcome
At your own risk
You're always welcome
Without guarantee

If you're so brave, then face the tide
There's no mercy in this life
Now it's time to feel and see
What is fiction and what's reality

Hello and welcome
Just look at me
Think about your future
But still try to lead

Too much confidence in what you have
Bad idea to feel too safe
Overload your destiny
And you'll wake up behind me

Hello and welcome
It's your own risk
You're always welcome
To enjoy reality

Hello...hello
Just look at me
Just look at me
It's your destiny

Adamantium

The tricky thing about adamantium is, that if you ever manage to process it's raw, liquid form, you got to keep it that way. Keep it hot. Because once the metal cools, it's indestructible, but you already know that, don't you ?

Not alone

Autophobia is a phobia (persistent and irrational fear) of being alone. The word is derived from the Greek words autos ("self") and phobos ("fear").

Many people who fear being alone fear being unloved, unwanted, or unrecognized. This fear often leads sufferers to enter into and remain in destructive social relationships. It can also lead them to engage in codependency and self-destructive behavior.

Random

Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplaces, occurrences
Chances are surprises
Another state of consciousness

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around

Photographic memory

Sometimes the bad times hit me ...
Turning into a romantic philosopher.
Sometimes I close my eyes and see
I'm a detached photographer.

Can't lie to a camera,
It just shows you what it sees.
I just see pictures, you're a
Photographic memory.

Joga

all the accidents that happen

follow the dot

coincidence makes sense

only with you

you don't have to speak

i feel

emotional landscapes

they puzzle me

So broken

So broken,
In pieces,
My heart is so broken,
I'm puzzling.

Angel

Falling... Me caigo. Fall of an angel... you can see the fall. When you're feeling high... Yo estoy dentro de las sombras ... When you kiss the earth, angel of your mind I'm flowing.
Dentro de tus suenos mas profundos, Yo te oigo me llamas, ... celestial ... tus miedos profundos. Me ves cayendo ... Me caigo ... Falling ... Vivo dentro de tu espiritu, Fall of an angel, la tiendo dentro de tu corazon ... You can see the fall... Angel... In your deepest dreams
Sufriendo, fluyendo dentro de ti ... Fall of an angel ... Besando la tierra, asciende te, levantando te, fluyendo dentro de ti, atraves de ti, cuando te lavantas, cuando esta triste, cuando lloras con la luvia ...

As oceans collide
From the moon across the sun
I'm wasting my breath
With no name and no one

Silence of the sound
And the color of the night
The sounds from the thoughts
And the thoughts from the night

Fluid and sinking
I melt into the light
There's nothing but space
And my soul can't take flight

Silence of the sound
And the colors of the night
The sounds from the thoughts
And the thoughts from the night

Fall of an angel... Falling...

SHE

She did love to be photographed..., and people loved to take pictures of her and do little things for her.



At that time, everybody was tall, thin and blond. Everybody posed, everybody gave you a look. But she was different.



Romania was not ready for this. But Italy was. It was the right moment... and being of the moment is everything in fashion. But of course, the more you were of the moment... the faster you become of the past.

Curse of the golden flower

Unspeakable secrets are hidden within the forbidden city.

One king.

One queen.

His power.

Her rebellion.

It's a queen. She'll breed. You'll die.

You are... a beautiful, beautiful, butterfly.