Re-watched Dead Poets' Society with Jörg and his mom yesterday.
I had almost... well, not forgotten, but not remembered, either, how much I loved that film when I was in my last years in school. It made me dream, it kept me sane (maybe not what you might call sane, but you know what I mean)), it made me write poetry myself after I had given that up some time around grade 3.
Massive love.
And the ending still makes me cry.
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( Und ich seh den Kongo gurgeln durch die Nacht )
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I had almost... well, not forgotten, but not remembered, either, how much I loved that film when I was in my last years in school. It made me dream, it kept me sane (maybe not what you might call sane, but you know what I mean)), it made me write poetry myself after I had given that up some time around grade 3.
Massive love.
And the ending still makes me cry.
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( Und ich seh den Kongo gurgeln durch die Nacht )
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