happiness
I was walking home from the library after it closed. I could see my breath and hear the snow crunching under my boots. As I walked down the sidewalk, the trees began to form a fence around me. So I spun in rhythm to the silence of the night while my breath painted the black sky white.
my soul will dance when i am dead. the trees will move with the sky, und ich werde leben.
sophie scholl: the final days
rear window
the brids
vertigo
citizen kane
the wizard of oz
on the water front
schindler's list
little miss sunshine
dark water (japanese version)