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“I am letting you into the secret of all secrets. Mirrors are gates through which death comes and goes.”

Do you think it’s that simple to get rid of a wound? To close the mouth of a wound?
#110 - Le sang d’un poète (The Blood of a Poet - Jean Cocteau, 1930)
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Festival de Cannes (May 11 - 22, 2011)
“The Festival is an apolitical no-man’s-land, a microcosm of what the world would be like if people could make direct contact with one another and speak the same language.”
— Jean Cocteau

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