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The Human Voice

Cast: Tilda Swinton, Agustin Almodovar, Pablo Almodovar, Miguel Almodovar

trailer for The Human Voice, directed by Pedro Almodovar (2020)
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Pablo Picasso

Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Well the girls would turn the color
Of the avocado when he would drive
Down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright
Well he was only 5'3"
But girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York
Oh well be not schmuck, be not obnoxious,
Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole
Remember the story of Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it
Some people try to pick up girls
And they get called an asshole
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and so
Pablo Picasso was never called...

song performed by David Bowie
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Miguel

Never had much to say
He traveled alone with no friends
Like a shadowy ghost
At dawn he came and he went
Through the woodland swiftly gliding
To the young maid he came gliding
Where shed run to meet him
By the garden wall
Oh my sweet miguel
I will never tell
No one will ever know
What I know too well
And hed smile and lay his head on her breast
And hed say I have no fear
Theyre waiting for me to cross the border, to swim the river
But Ive done that before
To see my true loves smiling face
A hundred times or more
Oh my sweet miguel she cried
Ill love you till I die
He was born to the south
In mexico they say
The child of a man
Who had soon gone away
But his mother loved him dearly
And she would take him yearly
To the great cathedral in st. augustine
Oh my young miguel
Listen to the bell
Of my poverty
You must never tell
And he cried himself to sleep in the night
And he vowed to make things right
So he took the gun down from the wall and he paid a call
He knew shed understand
A lawman came to capture him
The gun jumped in his hand
Oh miguel the mother cried
You must run son or youll die
So the story is told
Of his true love cross the line
As strong as the oak
And as sweet as the vine
And the child she bore him
Came on that fateful mornin
When they sent him to his final rest
Oh my sweet miguel
Listen to the bell
No one will ever know
What I know too well

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song performed by Gordon Lightfoot
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Queen Matilda

Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare,"
Lost his only son William at sea,
So when Henry died it were hard to decide
Who his heir and successor should be.

There were two runners-up for the title-
His daughter Matilda was one,
And the other, a boy, known as Stephen of Blois,
His young sister Adela's son.

Matilda by right should have had it,
Being daughter of him as were dead,
But the folks wasn't keen upon having a queen,
So they went and crowned Stephen instead.

This 'ere were a knockout for Tilda,
The notion she could not absorb
To lose at one blow both the crown and the throne,
To say naught of the sceptre and orb.

So she summoned her friends in t'West Country
From Bristol, Bath, Gloucester and Frome,
And also a lot of relations from Scotland,
Who'd come South and wouldn't go home.

The East Counties rallied round Stephen,
Where his cause had support of the masses,
And his promise of loot brought a lot of recruits
From the more intellectual classes.

The Country were split in two parties
In a manner you'd hardly believe,
The West with a will shouted: "Up with Matilda !"
The East hollered: Come along, Steve!

The two armies met up in Yorkshire,
Both leaders the same tactics tried.
To each soldier they gave a big standard to wave,
In hopes they'd impress t 'other side.

It were known as the battle o't Standard,
Though no battling anyone saw,
For with flags in their right hands, the lads couldn't fight,
And the referee called it a draw.

The next time they met were at Lincoln,
Where Stephen were properly beat,
At the end of the scrap he were led off a captive,
With iron balls chained to his feet.

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poem by Marriott Edgar
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Sinaloa Cowboys

Miguel came from a small town in northern mexico
He came north with his brother luis to california three years ago
They crossed at the river levee when luis was just 16
And found work together in the fields of the san joaquin
They left their friends and family
Their father said my sons one thing you will learn
For everything the north gives it exacts a price in return.
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning till the day was thru
Doing the work the hueros wouldnt
Word was out some men in from sinaloa were looking for some hands
Well deep in fresno county there was a deserted chicken ranch
There was a small tin shack on the edge of a ravine
Miguel and luis stood cooking methamphetamine
You could spend a year in the orchards
Or make half as much in one ten-hour shift
Working for the men from sinaloa
But if you slipped the hydriodic acid
Could burn right thru your skin
Theyd leave you spittin up blood in the desert
If you breathed those fumes in
It was early one winter evening as miguel stood watch outside
When the shack exploded lighting up the valley night
Miguel carried luis body over his shoulder down a swale
To the creekside and there in the tall grass luis rosales died
Miguel lifted luis body into his truck and then he drove
To where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus grove
There in the dirt he dug up 10000 dollars all that theyd saved
Kissed his brothers lips and placed him in his grave

song performed by Bruce Springsteen
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Style (Pablo)

Now here comes a musical shack attack
Really on truly design to make you rock
Whether you white or black
In a pants or frock
Round a front or back
Down an bottom or on top
Is Pablo Ranks round the microphone a chat
On the musical shack attack seen (Dreadlocks)
Here them style ya now star
Ca me say if a don't Patton then a style
A me say is a don't Patton them a style (Smile)
A mi say if a don't patton them a style (Wicked on wile)
Say if a don't Patton them a style
Mi young a say strong Jah know mi well virile
True mi eant everything them a say that spwile
Man mi run way left mi yard them a say that mi wile
Say mi lock the education but mi versatile, true mi
Sell the callie weel on them mi collect the kile
Babylon want fi hold mi it is just for a while
Say mi break out a jail a man use a file
Say mi head in a the mountain - under low profile
Mi say if a don't Patton them a style (right)
A me say if a don't Patton them a style (Flashitta)
Ca me say if a don't Patton then a style (Bubble)
A mi say if a don't Patton then a style
But a true say Pablo cool Pablo wasn't hostile
Mi rub down fi mi skin yes in a coconut oil
Me rap ip fi mi weed in a bacofile
Mi chat the rub a dub fi make the girls them smile
The blood in a them body (man) me want it fi boil
With swet a run them back like a engine oil
With the lyrics them a fire like any missile
Pablo Ranks around the mic as your disciplin child
Well mi fire fi mi lyrics for a million mile
All the girls them in the dance say him dea under profile
Ca me say if a don't Patton them a style
A me say if a don't Patton them astyle (wicked and wile)
Say if a don't Patton then a style (Gwan)
Ca me say if a don't them a style
You know say Pablo Ranks him a you cullicked yard child
A tell you that Patton that a Patton
Me say style a style
But a snake on a lizard on a crocodile
But a them dea creature me say call reptile
But anywhere you go, you know those a pure style
But a Pablo Rankin dea ya cause him wicked and wile
Come fi run down the rubadub in a yard style
Make the girls them in the dance hall feel fi smile
Make the blood in a them body (just) starte fi boil
Make the swet a run them back like a engine oil

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San Miguel

Started off the day with a thought
That took me far away
I think I found a place
Where I know I can be forever
Its down in san miguel
(lookin for lookin for lookin for a lady)
Could be in mexico
Where you dont need no dough
I know Im gonna go
Lookin for the ladies of love
I go where Im going
Goin straight ahead
Down in to san miguel
Over the top
We cross the border now
Headin in to san miguel
Thats where Im gonna go
(lookin for lookin for lookin for a lady)
Hope you will be comin too
You can kick off your shoes
Come on its time to go
Lookin for the ladies of love
Ow ow
Yiyiyiyiyiyi
Its down in san miguel
(lookin for lookin for lookin for a lady)
Could be in mexico
Where you dont need no dough
I know Im gonna go
Lookin for the ladies of love
La la la la
La la la la
...

song performed by Beach Boys
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Tha Come Up (feat. Sunshine Anderson)

feat. Sunshine Anderson
from All About the Benjamins soundtrack
[Petey Pablo]
Getcha money, it's tha come up
Nada nada, get the whole thing
Do it big.. yeaaaaaaaaaaaa
[Petey Pablo]
Time is tickin', with a hole in the hourglass
Startin' guns, been five
And I ain't tryin to come in last
Ain't no need for me to be upset
And ain't no need for you to be mad
If a man got his own pad
And whether he want forty-karat
He gonna have to do that there, prove yourself
The greed words, you had that there
What a dream, he would always had
And it ain't right, but that's the way it is
In this life, you don't get to deal
You can climb to the roulette wheel
I want something I can leave my kids
The memories of what they wish their daddy had did
If I could leave them all a couple of mill
And show em how this cruel world can really get the best of a nigga
I'd show em life through the eyes of a demon
The only thing that matters is the root of all evil
[Chorus-Sunshine Anderson (Petey Pablo)]
Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)
Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)
Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
We just wanted it, tha come up
[This time through added libs by Sunshine Anderson]
Getcha money made (getcha meoney), it's tha come up (it's tha come up)
Not a little bit (nada nada), get the whole thing (get the whole thing)
Gotta do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa)
We just wanted it, tha come up
[Petey Pablo]
I aint got time to be bothered with ya'll
I got a hundred problems and there's only one way I'm gonna solve em
I'm gonna have

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Shall I Wait Till I Understand Pablo Neruda

Perchance I happened to meet
One editor of a newspaper big
In conversation I told him
About my interest in writing
In Odia and in English do I write
And conveyed my wish
To get them published.

Asked he me some questions
To gauge my knowledge depth
Ma'm! Have you read
Jayanta Mohapatra and Pablo Neruda?

I am a casual writer
Not a person who has read much
Limited is my knowledge in literature
Yes, Great Poems one or two I have read
From Jayanta Mohapatra and Pablo Neruda
To be frank
I could not fully comprehend

Then he recited with all right intonations
Some stanza's from Neruda's poems
And some of his own creations
I heard in amazement
How to the ears they sound so sweet

After he left
I questioned myself
Questioned my knowledge limited
How I dare to venture to this world
A world full of Jayanta Mohapatra, Ramakanta Ratha
Shakespeare and Wordsworth
Above all Pablo Neruda

Restless was I
Restless were my days
As a voice in me always tormented
'I do want to come out', the voice implored
I want to see the light
Oh Mother, Bring me out

Notwithstanding
What the great minds say of me
I brought her to the fore
And looked at her
Eyes, face and forehead
What the future
Written there
I know not, I know not

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poem by Bharati Nayak from Book-Words Are Such Perfect Traitors (2016)
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IDENTITY
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For all intents and purposes man is now the number of the beast.
Is the Poet yet aware? Did he knoe that men were killing men that wars were being fought again whilst he dared to dream even pen love he felt inside for them? Words so eloquently displayed for all the students of the English Language to critique and study how many poems does the English teacher use? in classrooms long abused by drug and alcoholic use the poetic foibles of a systematic killing of the individual pursuits. Completed in the Identification system is the number of the beast the system is the thing. The use of numbers to Identify the people is nothing new the Military in Ancient Worlds numbered troops on the Identification Chalk Boards the ICB were set up in the surrounding rocks so that the Trolls could change the numbers during the battle they had to be quick whitted adding and subtracting the smarter ones soon figured out to count the men’s legs and divide by two. The Roman Government even instituted the Social Card but the elite only had them they used them to get in the better areas of the Roman bathes. The Poet Edgar Allen Poole was made most famous by his Raven died it seems after the Cival war was over. Poole, (--) , Mr. - PE 16 Nov 1889. Walter Whiteman was next One Time People Search Report for Walter Whiteman unfortunate this search wanted money to complete the search this Poets death remains uncertain.
Get full name and addresses for all displayed records. Perhaps he is still alive in Arizona and continuing his poems in another place and time. Pablo Naranjo Golborne / Pablo Golborne / Pablo Naranjo Nordau Neruda Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) , This poet was alive during the World Wars One and Two. In 1943, Neruda returned to Chile, and in 1945 he was elected senator of the Republic, also joining the Communist Party of Chile. Due to his protests against President González Videla's repressive policy against striking miners in 1947, he had to live underground in his own country for two years until he managed to leave in 1949. After living in different European countries he returned home in 1952. A great deal of what he published during that period bears the stamp of his political activities; one example is Las Uvas y el Viento (1954) , which can be regarded as the diary of Neruda's exile. In Odas elementales (1954- 1959) his message is expanded into a more extensive description of the world, where the objects of the hymns - things, events and relations - are duly presented in alphabetic form. There is a disclaimer on the SSS card that says this is NOT for identification purposes please keep your card in a safe place and signed. Conflicting thoughts the police back home always asked me for mine when on the road they ran it like an ID the numbers was instant on the radio. The Students at this University take the Cat Card and swipe the strip into the slotted door it makes it seem to me just like the Mark of the beast has come perhaps early to some. Charles Robert Hice 429-04-1680. Deceased on May 13,2004. Alive and living for the return of Heaven door. Jesus oph please come back before they institute the Mark on mee. To the purists of the poets no apology of me this is a fabel not a poem not a rhyme intended but a short short story just to past the thyme. My State Id Card has a PICTURE of me but no number at least not the Dreaded Social Security Number and it does have the DOB but not needed until called upon to produce it. Not yet on head forehand or forehead
or hand Most people will be proud to salute a nonexistent leader at the door to every supermarket in the world the name and number of the beast becomes the god.

poem by Charles Hice
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Ang Tumoy Sa Tumoy Ni Manoy

lisod baya pag analayz ug tigulang
sa tinood lang kitang tanan nga bisdak (bisag di na lang Pinoy
ang pung gamiton)
adunay tigulang, in one way or another, sa atong bay, naa jud tiguls
sa amo lang, naa si lolo enggoy, naa si lola pacing,
naa pa si tiyo miguel (mangkoy pero ingon si lolo nakaukoy)

sugod tang lolo, pagkasug uhan, ug pagkalimtanon na,
wa kuno siya katumar sa iyang tambal sa highblood,
wa kuno siya papamahawa moreport ni tiya inday
sa manila, ug dayon ug kasuko, makagot ang ngipon
mokaging ang apapangig, ug dayon ug dram ug iyak
kay kuno siya gipasagdan na

ug si lola pacing, siging hinumdum sa iyang pagka miss bisaya
cover girl kaniadto sa pagkahuman sa gubat sa misurender na ang
mga hapon, mangutana ug naniudto na ba kuno mi, dayon hangyoon
ka nga isulat ang iyang ihangyo ni alfred sa Dubai,
papalit ug turban sa moslem, kay dili siya gusto nga maitom samtang
isuroy siya sa wheelchair sa iyang garden nga adunay mga dama de noche,

ug si tiyo miguel, nga ang favorite past time magsiging ibot sa mga salibotbot didto sa among nataran, pul-ong sa mga dahoy sa likway,
dayon hangyo nga magpaluto ug haw-an nga tinonoan kay kuno siya
gimingaw ug isda sa suba sa Olingan, ug kon gutmon motawag kanako
aron papaliton ug sopas sa tindahan ni Nidas, parisan sa pepsi nga bugnaw,

ingon sila dili enjoy mag-akatar ug mga tigulang kay kuno ang uban bisag
nag-antus ug pangamaw sa chicago apan tungod lang kini sa dollar ug sa mga utang nga bayran, sa mga anak nga nageskwela ug nursing aron puhon
makakalos usab ug mas daghan pang dollar, makatukod ug maayong balay,
makapalit ug basakan ug kalubian, aron ang kinabuhi maharuhay

ako? enjoy lang
(hmm, ayaw lang ug saba, ako baya ang nabutang nga heredero sa
.... ayaw lang ug saba ha.. sa last will and testament ni lolo, ni lola ug labaw pa
ni tiyo miguel, ... sa totoo lang.. pila ra goy pagpalit ug pepsi ug sopas sa
tindahan ni Nidas)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yanks

O'Leary, from Chicago, and a first-class fightin' man,
For his father was from Kerry, where the gentle art began:
Sergeant Dennis P. O'Leary, from somewhere on Archie Road,
Dodgin' shells and smellin' powder while the battle ebbed and flowed.

And the captain says: 'O'Leary, from your fightin' company
Pick a dozen fightin' Yankees and come skirmishin' with me;
Pick a dozen fightin' devils, and I know it's you who can.'
And O'Leary, he saluted like a first-class fightin' man.

O'Leary's eye was piercin' and O'Leary's voice was clear:
'Dimitri Georgoupoulos!' And Dimitri answered 'Here!'
Then 'Vladimir Slaminsky! Step three paces to the front,
For we're wantin' you to join us in a little Heinie hunt!'

'Garibaldi Ravioli!' Garibaldi was to share;
And 'Ole Axel Kettleson!' and 'Thomas Scalp-the-Bear!'
Who was Choctaw by inheritance, bred in the blood and bones,
But set down in army records by the name of Thomas Jones.

'Van Winkle Schuyler Stuyvesant!' Van Winkle was a bud
From the ancient tree of Stuyvesant and had it in his blood;
'Don Miguel de Colombo!' Don Miguel's next of kin
Were across the Rio Grande when Don Miguel went in.

'Ulysses Grant O'Sheridan!' Ulysses' sire, you see,
Had been at Appomattox near the famous apple-tree;
And 'Patrick Michael Casey!' Patrick Michael, you can tell,
Was a fightin' man by nature with three fightin' names as well.

'Joe Wheeler Lee!' And Joseph had a pair of fightin' eyes;
And his granddad was a Johnny, as perhaps you might surmise;
Then 'Robert Bruce MacPherson!' And the Yankee squad was done
With 'Isaac Abie Cohen!' once a lightweight champion.

Then O'Leary paced 'em forward and, says he: 'You Yanks, fall in!'
And he marched 'em to the captain. 'Let the skirmishin' begin.'
Says he, 'The Yanks are comin', and you beat 'em if you can!'
And saluted like a soldier and first-class fightin' man!

poem by James W Foley
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Muse And Centaur

He says that she is his muse,
she declares he is her mentor;
the former’s cognomen is Cruz,
the latter’s Almodóvar, center
of her artistic life, director
of her best movies, their embraces
shown not on screens by a projector,
but promontories in private places,
collaboration of Penel-
ope and Pedro paradigm
of poetry whose words excel
by pivoting their prose on rhyme.

Charlie Rose interviewed Penelope Cruz in a segment of “60 Minutes” on January 17,2010. She declared that Pedro Almodóvar had called her his muse, declaring that he was her mentor.

1/17/10

poem by Gershon Hepner
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Crystal Fairy

Cast: Michael Cera, Gaby Hoffmann, Agustin Silva, Jose Miguel Silva, Juan Andres Silva

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Pablo Diablo (Interlude)

Lawyer: Your honor, I would like to call my first witness
to the stand. All the way from East L.A., your honor,
Pablo Diablo.
Pablo: Hey! Guantana mira. Hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man.
Do you know it reminds me of the summertime in the
bungalows of Spain, all night in the park.
Eh, you would hear your music. It would be on the eighth
floor, but the pongos they reach up there, man!
We used to keep the whole neighborhood up.
(Singing) Guantanamara!
Lawyer: Thank you, Pablo, for nothing. Jesus Christ,
what a moron. No further questions, your honor.

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Pablo Diablo

Lawyer: your honor, i would like to call my first witness
To the stand. all the way from east l.a., your honor,
Pablo diablo.
Pablo: hey! guantana mira. hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man.
Do you know it reminds me of the summertime in the
Bungalows of spain, all night in the park.
Eh, you would hear your music. it would be on the eighth
Floor, but the pongos they reach up there, man!
We used to keep the whole neighborhood up.
(singing) guantanamara!
Lawyer: thank you, pablo, for nothing. jesus christ,
What a moron. no further questions, your honor.

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Pedro, Pablo and Little José

I have spent an hour
lying in the sun
on Joe Brickle's farm
waiting for Pedro and Pablo
to fetch Little José

with his sickle and scythe
to cut down the high grass
so Pedro and Pablo
can gun their mowers
over the cowlicks.

After Joe Brickle died
the grass on his farm
soared to the sky.
His goats ate it all
till his son flew home

and trucked all the goats
to the slaughterhouse.
At Sadie's Cafe in town
old friends of Joe declare
goats bring a good dollar.

I have not wasted my time
lying in the sun today.
I've been watching
two doves on the ground
walking in circles

waiting for a sparrow
to land and dance on
the rungs of the feeder
Joe Brickle hung
in his Dogwood.

The doves need the seed
the sparrow will scatter.
Joe Brickle named goats
after prophets in the Bible.
He might be happy to know

that I've named the doves
Pedro and Pablo
and the sparrow
now landing
is Little José.

poem by Donal Mahoney
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Two Poems for Nicaragua

Return to sender (Managua, Nicaragua Postal Service) I

Turn at the corner known as “gallo más gallo”
2 blocks toward the lake, and at Doña Blanquita the Belle’s house
look to the right and up a little
as toward the sky and then lower your gaze to the tree charred
in the earthquake, right there where
Don Francisco props himself up in the window to talk
with Pedro Xavier and that Gloria girl,
at the next house take just three steps,
knock on the door where there’s always a rocker,
and deliver these poems and this letter, please.
And if nobody takes them or the person whose name
is written on the envelope is no longer living,
return to where you came from.
Go slow, looking over your shoulder,
who knows if the address is right,
and perhaps someone will ask you, Mr. Mailman,
who are you looking for to these many hours in this neighborhood
in Managua?

Return to sender (Managua, Nicaragua Postal Service) II

For Pablo Salomone

Pablo, the Argentine guerrilla fighter, made his way with his Uzi,
one afternoon in 1978 or 1979 in Managua,
hotter than blazes,
on a slip of paper he had the address of his contact.
He knew nothing about Managua, only a map, and that
slip of paper with the address of Comandante Gloria,
19, chocolate-colored.
As the young Argentine ran along, crouching between trees and houses,
the address was right there on the slip of paper:

“When you come to the corner of the bar “Los Olvidados, ”
continue on for three blocks, careful with the poet Guillermo’s gate
that can trip you up if you don’t see it,
go on to the right and pass by three yellow houses with grillework,
make no noise when you walk through the ironwork gate
where there are three mango trees
and across from there you’ll see a wall painted red and black
with some bullet holes made by Somoza’s sons of bitches,
on the corner is your contact’s house,
in the window there will be a vase with a single flower
you should whistle the ballad “Nosotros” for a good while.
If the vase disappears, knock on the door three times.”

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poem by Javier Campos
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Julia

Cast: Tilda Swinton, Saul Rubinek, Kate del Castillo, Aidan Gould, Jude Ciccolella

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Michael Clayton

Cast: Tom Wilkinson, Michael O'Keefe, Sydney Pollack, Danielle Skraastad, Tilda Swinton, George Clooney

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The Statement

Cast: Michael Caine, Tilda Swinton, Jeremy Northam, Alan Bates, Charlotte Rampling

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