How am I to protect my wax-built castles of love from the devouring heat of your fires?
‘Նռան գույնը’ The Color of Pomegranates
1969 | dir. Sergei Parajanov
“I welcome my birthdays. Relish them, as a matter of fact. I have confidence now and can look forward to trying new things. I don’t think fifty was a crucial age. Forty was, and thirty-nine because I was facing forty. But lately everything has fallen into place.“