A blind boy is riding on a bicycle with his older brother and do they meet a lot on the way, Today's seems different, the air is fresh, Other boys join in, they ride together, The boy is left guessing, how do his brother's friends look, He knows Nezar is short, but how short, he wonders he knows he trust him but he just can't see if only he can see what makes his brother laugh so
Mereba's coming?
Who is Mereba
Who is Mereba
uhn?
Mereba?
Mereba?
She's talks to his brother, rubs her hand on his head, Who is she, they left you alone to be with her, the one who makes you talk so softly and
he laughs but can't tell him but there he goes again singing.
Who is this girl that smells of cat fur, lemon and dye
they visit many places and see friends and relatives in this downhill village where the ride seems sweeter coming down.
He can't seem to get her out of his mind, Mereba with the gurgle and ice pop
Who is Mereba
Who is this girl that smells of cat fur, lemon and dye
they visit many places and see friends and relatives in this downhill village where the ride seems sweeter coming down.
He can't seem to get her out of his mind, Mereba with the gurgle and ice pop
Who is Mereba
uhn?
Salman, Salman brother you are acting weird, there he goes singing to himself, more so now that she's gone
It's akin to Mohsen Makmalbaf Silence a little paradox unto man trust in God and sometimes our leave of mind rest on a two wheel and a trusting smile, If God is such love why can't I see him. My plot is set in a Turkish village with camphor trees and craggy paths
The angle of the camera should be facing downward showing only the legs, and slight angular images of they character similar to Terrence Malick Knights of Cups, to make it a really nice flick .