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The Impossible (2012)

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My love will never demand, for you to kneel or submit, before a disillusioned man, in the bloodstained cloak, of his devoted congregation, a sinful slave to a papal pope.

European Reformation

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With a mother raised by the silent code of military conduct, in the lonely home of a hateful man, hardened by all the air force failed to see in him. She dreamed of her enrollment at West Point's famous Military Academy. It was the height of the Vietnam war and my Father would become one of many the military called upon. You see, our destiny was written beneath the stars and stripes that rest quietly over each of my Grandfather's caskets. I lost them both while we were stationed overseas, before my ninth birthday. Though I have been told about them my whole life, I often find myself dreaming of what each of them must have been like. It's hard to miss something I've never had but that is what I miss, everything that never was but could have been.

Stars and Stripes

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OSCAR ISAAC and PEDRO PASCAL TRIPLE FRONTIER (2019)

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“It would be wise never to chastise or patronize who I am within your sanctimonious ideals and beliefs. Adorned so effortlessly each Sunday, a hypocritical look in comparison to the delicacy of grief. The confines of conformity never could ignite the passion behind my eyes. In the aged and tattered words of poets from the 19th century, I revealed a quiet revolution of heartache and authenticity”.

Sunday’s Best

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Episode 1: "In Bed with the Enemy" THE WHITE PRINCESS (2017)

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I often wonder what constellations must have aligned, to shape the parallels, of our beautiful, unique and complex lives. Those years I spent feeling lost and afraid, sitting in a neighborhood bar with people, who appear resolute, delusional, ashamed. I found beauty in kindness and compassion, and accepted the help I didn't feel deserving of, in those first few weeks and depressing months. There were parts of myself I numbed to survive, and for a time I felt that was more than enough, that I'd done all the work left, to ever be done. Unfortunately, I discovered that surviving, was the beginning, it would take more time, than I was willing to give, awaking each day, in a quiet home, out of reach and safe. I haven't forgotten how I arrived here, the desperation and loneliness of a life, so far away from home and prying eyes, for him it made my illness easier to dismiss, in the year that passed, untreated and denied.

Parallels