Batman Begins (2005), dir. Cillian Murphy
The seeds of life -
fiery is their force, divine their birth,
but they are weighed down by the bodies'
ills or dulled by limbs and flesh that's born for death.
That is the source of all men's fears and longings,
joys and sorrows,
nor can they see the heaven's light,
shut up in the body's tomb,
a prison dark and deep.
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Sneak peek from Chapter X of "red"
“I know it wasn’t you.” Zara said, looking at Tommy carefully. “Did you see who left the room the second Arthur said it was safe for Freddie?”
Tommy’s eyes widened in realization. “She didn’t. She couldn’t have.” He sunk down into a booth.
“I told you there was something off about her.” Zara sat down next to him, still distanced.
He looked at her sadly. “I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t think offering Lizzie money would hurt you, I just wanted to protect John.” Tommy put his head in his hands.
Zara carefully scooted closer to him, placing one of her hands on his back comfortingly. “I know, Tommy. I’m not mad anymore, but can you blame me for feeling hurt? I mean, what are we doing here?” She gave a fake laugh.
Tommy lifted his head and looked at Zara, a strange look in his eyes. Zara felt him staring and looked at him weirdly. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.
Tommy leaned closer and gently cupped her jaw, leaning her head up towards him. Zara’s breath got caught in her throat, as Tommy’s eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips. She slowly leaned closer until she felt Tommy’s breath fanning over her lips. Tommy closed his eyes and finally closed the gap between them, connecting his lips to hers. Zara melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Tommy’s neck as one hand settled in his hair, the other clutching at his collar. Tommy felt his heartbeat run wild, as he finally kissed the girl he’d been in love with for years. Their lips moved in sync, as Tommy pulled her impossibly close, eager to feel as much of her against him as he possibly could. Zara finally broke the kiss when she needed to pull away for air, the both of them breathing heavily, staring at each other still wrapped in each other’s arms.
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Imagine getting into the same taxi with Tom and his friend, Cillian. You're being late to work and plus it's raining, so you see the only available taxi waiting by the coffee shop. But as soon as you open the car door, you see two other men closing the opposite door.
"Well, there's a place for three of us," says Tom smiling.
"Great," his friend doesn't seem to be satisfied as Tom.
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