NOAMI FULL MOON | Carlos Eduardo Thompson SCENE 1. NIGHT - INT. CON'T SCENE 1 .NIGHT - INT . CAMERA CLOSE ON NOAMI : WAIST UP IN A BAR ALONE . CUT TO : Tell them I never moved unless it improved upon stillness, this here was no walk in the park. That life felt like a cigarette break, during a one-night stand There were mornings where I wanted to staple my eyelids shut because the sunrise was a horror film that I never wanted to wake up in...tell them I wasn’t perfect. Speak of fear...speak of discouragement. Speak of the days when I shouted as loud as dynamite hissing through a funeral. How I danced through the gauntlets during the day, how I still made it home in time to kiss my mother goodnight. Speak of Brazilian poet gladiators.

NOAMI FULL MOON | Carlos Eduardo Thompson

SCENE 1. NIGHT - INT.

CON'T SCENE 1 .NIGHT - INT . CAMERA CLOSE ON NOAMI : WAIST UP IN A BAR ALONE .


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Tell them I never moved unless it improved upon stillness, this here was no walk in the park. That life felt like a cigarette break, during a one-night stand There were mornings where I wanted to staple my eyelids shut because the sunrise was a horror film that I never wanted to wake up in...tell them I wasn’t perfect. Speak of fear...speak of discouragement. Speak of the days when I shouted as loud as dynamite hissing through a funeral. How I danced through the gauntlets during the day, how I still made it home in time to kiss my mother goodnight. Speak of Brazilian poet gladiators.