SCENE 1. NIGHT - INT. CAMERA CLOSE ON IMAGE OF NOAMI'S BLOODY MOUTH . SHE FEELS THIRST AND DESIRE. YELLOW TONES AND PARCELAIN FACE . PUT THE PSYCHODELISM IN THE ART OF THE SCENE . NAOMI For the days that I wanted to die, I begged you before I’m six feet beneath the soil. Before the maggots hug my flesh to a shivering carcass...speak of me as I am. Nothing false nor set down caught in malice. I pray that you would tell them that I live in Rio as a proud woman, that I was one who never spoke unless it improves upon silence. CUT TO :
SCENE 1. NIGHT - INT.
CAMERA CLOSE ON IMAGE OF NOAMI'S BLOODY MOUTH . SHE FEELS THIRST AND DESIRE. YELLOW TONES AND PARCELAIN FACE . PUT THE PSYCHODELISM IN THE ART OF THE SCENE .
NAOMI
For the days that I wanted to die, I begged you before I’m six feet beneath the soil. Before the maggots hug my flesh to a shivering carcass...speak of me as I am. Nothing false nor set down caught in malice. I pray that you would tell them that I live in Rio as a proud woman, that I was one who never spoke unless it improves upon silence.
CUT TO :
CAMERA CLOSE ON IMAGE OF NOAMI'S BLOODY MOUTH . SHE FEELS THIRST AND DESIRE. YELLOW TONES AND PARCELAIN FACE . PUT THE PSYCHODELISM IN THE ART OF THE SCENE .
NAOMI
For the days that I wanted to die, I begged you before I’m six feet beneath the soil. Before the maggots hug my flesh to a shivering carcass...speak of me as I am. Nothing false nor set down caught in malice. I pray that you would tell them that I live in Rio as a proud woman, that I was one who never spoke unless it improves upon silence.
CUT TO :
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