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[2007, 05.44′ , Classik-Cut Out Animation]
Animation : Denizcan Yüzgül
Script : Denizcan Yüzgül
Editing : Denizcan Yüzgül
Orginal Music : Ahmet Kenan Bilgiç
Sound Fx & Design: Ahmet Kenan Bilgiç
Producer : Film School Zlin

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tın tın

jen sonunda jenerik,gen genetik oldugu surece,ne lebleb
i ne de kelebek, olacak işler,anlatılacak haletiruhiyeler
değil bunlar. tom waits dinliyoruz.okuyoruz bugün. pek
sıradan gözüküp,olağandışı hissettiren yazılarla rastlaşı
nca mutlu olup,gevşiyorum.4 saat gibi kısa ve yetersiz
bir uyku üstüne, dışarda kar yerine pis bir yağmur yağ
maya başlasada,ve işlerin kriz+cuma günüsü durgunlu
ğuna da aldırmadan okuya okuya yaşlanıyorum biraz d
aha. gülerken tek gözü kapatıyorum.zira uykum var ço
k.

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Several nights passed by…with the intimacy talkings, close-ups, and electricity drawings. Most transient, yet very satisfying. Even the afterwards questionnaire for the promising moments were something, some might say. Well some might think whatever, while I,myself, once believed all the temporariness exposing an anti-reflective layer of mind, causes the day after regrets. Proposing a makebelieving should not be accepted like inevitable animals.
What will happen afterwards?
Regardless of what some say, we have to stop crucifying self obligative feelings.
After some time, I implied many words like a freaking run-away, yet no one get involved to make me feel understood.
After some more time, I got tired of waiting for any of them, and reverted.
Then there was a plain nothing. A captivity, inside of an abusing hole.
As I realized, I was cycling around the same wheel all the time, nothings changed. Not a proper enlightenment, no, nothing.
I continue as if I sleep over it.
I do the same once and once again. And once more.
The black clouds spread,and pain decorated itself once again,amazingly lovely.
It was hard to believe, how come such an ache would be such a temptress.
Cruelty over love is what your mind misread.
Because cruelty is capturing weak moments and love is a playground.

jinx

How dreadful sorrows surrounded by little shortcomings and insecurities. All in one kept like hidden promises. Beings, rule the emotions with some trial&error tapes. Sounds like history repeating itself. Im well prepared for “falling downs”, hence unprepared to hit the ground.
… I hate this kinda talking,with her mouth wide open, slowly slipping chin.. Words getting longer as her neck wrinkles. Hard to describe. A “must” to see., or maybe better not to notice.
Outside door of the broken-mirror-tales, with the back-door of elevator melodies for pop-corn loves. Standing aside and both shall be diminished.
There is a beauty in pain until faith destroys its meanings.
Set up the trap, just near the corner. Keep walking until the solitude get convenienced to stop fooling around. Last words always get longer since all meanings meant to be theirs. Solving issues right? Keep up the good work hun.
Stuck in the strings tied up between heart and mind. People like what they see all at once. Never question the fix-ing part. Giving a shot, as long as harmless needs turn into greedy aims, unless what desired may come,always can be a nightmare occasionally,since actually there are no happy endings in life.
Fever controls actions.
Free of charge emotions.
She does feel things and scares of being responsible of upcomings.
Amnesiac dreams, half-remembered,most unreal & undefined details.This thoughts are running in my mind. Every individual starts like a flower garden. Decorated by beauty. As if multi-colored cannonballs gonna crash on me and explode.
The background is slightly changing then. By the time, all of them ends up with broken flowers and messed up streets. Maybe if dreams were decorated by disappointments in the very beginning, they could not cause any trobule and pain in the very end.

I know what I dont want.

ko$ ko$

Sonunda her şey bir illüzyonmuş dedirtecek olduktan sonra, zaman ne fark eder ki?
Dinlemek bile istemiyorum.
Merak etmiyorum.
Sonik bir farkındalık,haberdarlık var...fakat iki mandalina yiyip unutuyorum.
Yalnızlığın şahane eğlencesine kaptırmışım paçaları,plak gibi dönüyorum.
"İşte o kurt" demişti flash tv haber spikeri, katılıyorum...işte o kurtlar,karda izini belli etmeden yürüyenler onlar mıydı?
Kırmızı oklarla dürtüyorduk bizde birbirimizi,ne güzel.
Rengarenk yumak yünleri karda sürükleyen bir kız vardı bide rengarenk el bombaları olsaydı...pek pagan.her-bi-şey.
Bahaneler hayatımızın atamadığımız ve saklanamadığımız parçaları.
O önünde hiçbir şey duramayan inancın, önüne beton dökmek lazım artık...
Ah "yine bir gün kaderden koşarak kaçıyordum ki ... " :)

sana ne!

Kısa süren mutluluklar ve kandırılmış çocukça hayaller için geliyor.

The raconteurs – Many shades of black

go ahead, go ahead and smash it on the floor
take whatever is left, and take it with you out the door
see if i cry
see if i shed a single sorry tear
can't say that it's been that great
no in fact it's been a wasted worried year

everybody sees
and everyone agrees
that you and i are wrong
and i'ts been that way to long
take it as it comes
and be thankful when it's done
there's so many ways to act
and there's many shades of black
there's so many shades of black

let it out, let it all out
say what's on your mind
you can kick and scream and shout and say things that are so unkind
yeah-see if i care, see if i stand firm or if i fall
cause in the back of my mind, and on the tip of my tongue
is the answer to it all

and everybody sees
and everyone agrees
that you and i are wrong
and i'ts been that way too long
take it as it comes
and be thankful when it's done
there's so many ways to act
and there's many shades of black
there's so many shades of black
yeah there's many shades of black

everybody see and everyone agrees
that you and i are wrong
and it's been that way too long
so take it as it comes and be thankful when it's done
there's so many ways to act
and you cannot take it back
no you cannot take it back
cause there's many shades of black
there's so many shades of black
yeah there's any shades of black
there's so many shades of black
yeah there's many shades of black
there's so many shades of black
and there's many shades of black
there's so many shades of black

go ahead...

Büyüdükçe tecrübeyle, kafamıza vura vura öğrendiğimiz aşk acısı, ayrılık acısı,kalp ağrısı kıç baş ağrısı bilmemnenin yanı sıra insan gitgide alaycı olmayı da öğreniyor sanırım. Alay edilildiğini hissediyorsan özellikle, kelimelerin kılıç kadar keskin, aslında içten titrek sesin, kendinden adım gibi emin çıkıyor… Safsata sinirden gülüyor olsan da sırıtıyorsun işte. Ağlayasın geldikçe taş taş bakıp tek bir gözyaşı dökmüyorsun. Battı balık yan gider!
Bu iyi mi kötü mü, kime ne, sana ne! Sana ne!