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It is another Kiarostami movie that affected me a lot. I have never watched that much impressive film that emphasizes ‘’innocence of kids heart’’. Considering the 1980′s standards, techniques used in the film, and the way director indicates the story was successful. Unlike Taste of Cherry, it is more dynamic and attracts people into the story in the first moment.

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Abbas Kiarostami is a director who writes and produces his own photographic scenes and even carefully chooses the materials to be used. Standing out with his photography, the artist defines photography as "the mother of cinema", which visually nurtures and enlarges cinema. His following sentence on photography fully explains his view of this art: "I realized that if they are not in a frame, we are not successful in looking at the beauties we come across."

In the movie The story of Badii, who, after deciding to commit suicide, sets out to find someone to throw soil on his grave with money, is told. The question that should be stuck in my minds at the beginning of the film is, how can a man who really put his mind to die fall into the trouble of the soil to be covered after he dies? 

We can describe the film as minimalist since its very considerable part takes place in car. It possible to give meaning to characters who Badii chose. First one was a Kurdish soldier, he told about his plan to him and added i know Kurdish people are brave, but in the end the soldier suspects that the man is crazy and runs away from him. The second person is an Afghan theology student. He started to give theological advice to Badii. However, neither fear nor religion can stand in front of a metaphorically given decision... Last Turkish wise man had change to something with mulberry story...

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Şehrin ışıkları daha sönmeden bir valiz bir de sırt çantası yola çıkıyorum. Bilinmeyen bir yere. Evime gitmek istiyorum. Ama evim neresi artık bilemiyorum.

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4.8

facing Asto Vidatu’s simurg.

time for reducing the delusions from the level of the kaf mountains to himalayas.

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sun goes

in the madness of daily turmoil,

there is something cannot be conveyed with words.

approaching every fiery passion as if I am icy,

while my heart could heat a city.

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5.17

The slight voice of the ancient sea.

subtle palms feel the hot sand.

The sky above me is like a ceiling.

a piece of paradise mentioned in the scriptures that must be.

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музыка

Stars shining like grandiose eyes,

And I'm drowning into them.

preparing billions of sentences in that notebook.

to let everyone tired of what I write about your eyes.

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Song Of The Rain VII

I quench the thirst of one; I cure the ailment of the other. The voice of thunder declares my arrival; The rainbow announces my departure. I am like earthly life, which begins at The feet of the mad elements and ends Under the upraised wings of death.

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15bk

My arms are hugging tight

Your eyelashes wet with the rain

Eyes far from each other in a millimeter,

I am drowning in the mirror of your sweet soul again.

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#2

The calendar said that February is the first day,

 As present, i will send you the sun that will rise in your window, 

In order to remind me.

and at night your eyes will catch the stars, 

you will be looking at the sky by knowing that I will be a shining Constellation.

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note

If there is nothing around, 

if you only see the darkness in the deep bottom of the cave,

If you only see the mechanism’s malfunctions,

and If you see everything goes to fall down, don't lose yourself. 

there is always light at the end of the tunnel.

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#1

i will never make you fly in the clouds

And I am definitely not a romantic

but I can give you all of my frankness

And you would never betray for this.

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1:07

And again the new dawn will overpower shuteye

my feets will choose to start going, no matter the venture.  

to feel your the warmth of your hands,

and we will be leaving our feelings far behind the places.

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witch spells

Obviously today your darkness covers oblivion I'm in the full of turbidity, where the black cobra plays me flute Poison in my head, heart in shackles, I am involuntarily your captive Lost in witch spells..

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9:14

Geçmiş yaşantıda tesadüfi olarak cereyan etmiş bir takım olayların geleceğin dokusunu oluşturma da nasıl üstü kapalı ve güç algılanabilir vazifeleri olduğunu şimdilerde fark ediyorum.

.... Vazgeçmek ve tekrar etmenin arasında ince bir çizgi var, bir işle meşgul olanlar sıklıkla kendi işlerine has engellerle karşılaşırlar, bu noktada vazgeçmek insan nefsince tatlı bir şaraptır. Ilermek ise dikenli, zor bir yol.