eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. war letztes jahr im kino in einer reprise, danach konnte ich nicht mehr aufhören zu heulen! grossartiger film!
wo ich auch jedes mal heulen muss ist bei der einen szene von 'love actually', wo emma thompson eine cd statt der herzkette bekommt und im schlafzimmer heult.
und natürlich als john hannah das gedicht liest in 'four weddings and a funeral'...
[h=3]Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone[/h]
[h=1]W. H. Auden[/h]
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
wo ich auch jedes mal heulen muss ist bei der einen szene von 'love actually', wo emma thompson eine cd statt der herzkette bekommt und im schlafzimmer heult.
und natürlich als john hannah das gedicht liest in 'four weddings and a funeral'...
[h=3]Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone[/h]
[h=1]W. H. Auden[/h]
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
. Das ist für mich die traurigste Szene der Filmgeschichte:
