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Era una mañana de enero, los pájaros cantaban y la brisa era tan suave. El sol salia por detrás de las montañas mientras las ovejas pastaban en los valles. Una bella imagen imposible de olvidar.
El día comenzaba, era una mañana mas de arduo trabajo en el campo, una vida dura sin lugar a dudas, pero con mas fuerzas que las del día anterior. Pensar en poner lo mejor de mi para tener una actitud positiva a pesar de la tarea pesada de cada día.
Cada amanecer era el mismo, misma imagen, mismos sonidos, misma rutina. Diferente eran los momentos, los deseos, las ansias de soñar con un andar distinto. Menos esfuerzo, menos dolores del cuerpo y del alma, menos trabajo y mas vida.

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The sequence opens with a match between the music/sound and the scene ... but then there is a visual cue device that signifies that what we see is not what is. This is an imagined or remembered world and the reality is not as it is ... As reality focuses, the latch lifts and the real story begins ...

(Post Reveal Edit) Interesting ... after the reveal what was perceived as a door/gate latch was a kiss and the story portrayed takes a different turn.

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Short Film in Language Teaching January 2018 - Step 1.10 Film Sound and Setting in the Classroom
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Period drama.  1920’s.  English countryside cottage. Morning. Scene setting (so mainly sketch).
First board: Camera view : starts panning over village landscape.
Second board : Someone looking out of rear bedroom window onto garden. Birds in trees and on bird feeders.
Third board : fade through to panning kitchen.  Kitchen is cottage style with wooden beams and old wood door. Camera focusses on latch as door opens then takes up view of someone walking out into garden. Camera focusses on patio table with cafetiere and two cups with small jug of milk.

This is only the initial setting, the characters will develop as the story unfolds.

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She is waiting outside, looking with longing into the garden, seeing the sun touch the flowers, the trees and the grass and illuminate the mullioned windows. The wind is gentle but the blossom on the trees is falling, like a drift of snow on the grass beneath. The birds are there but so quiet that they don't disturb her concentration. The door opens and he sees her. He has not time to be surprised. He is only happy that she is there, that she is ready to be with him. He opens the gate and at last she comes in, so that they can be together.

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A big window in a big old room, old style, a woman closes to the window to look through . She feels the sun of the morning in the beginning of the springtime. she reminds someone, her boyfriend, a day together in the garden she is looking at, they dance in the garden between the flowers, they are happy. The woman is almost crying,  She came back to her bed and hold a picture with the imagine  of the man she reminds in a soldier uniform.

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A big window in a big old room, old style, a woman closes to the window to look through . She feels the sun of the morning in the beginning of the springtime. she reminds someone, her boyfriend, a day together in the garden she is looking at, they dance in the garden between the flowers, they are happy. The woman is almost crying,  She came back to her bed and hold a picture with the imagine  of the man she reminds in a soldier uniform.

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It is early morning.  Some birds are chirping.  A little town is waking up. A boy is riding on his bike somewhere. Maybe he is a young postman hurrying to the post office to take the mail and deliver it before school?  A door is squeaking.  An old man is walking around the garden.  Elderly people do not sleep long. He has much to do. Feed the cats first and walk his dog. A new day is going to be warm and sunny.  The bakery is already open and you can smell fresh scones. Who would resist this? There is a queue in front of the door. The old man and his dog are also there. The sun is rising and more and more townspeople are leaving their homes. That’s the beginning of a new day. 

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It is early morning.  Some birds are chirping.  A little town is waking up. A boy is riding on his bike somewhere. Maybe he is a young postman hurrying to the post office to take the mail and deliver it before school?  A door is squeaking.  An old man is walking around the garden.  Elderly people do not sleep long. He has much to do. Feed the cats first and walk his dog. A new day is going to be warm and sunny.  The bakery is already open and you can smell fresh scones. Who would resist this? There is a queue in front of the door. The old man and his dog are also there. The sun is rising and more and more townspeople are leaving their homes. That’s the beginning of a new day. 

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There she was, in the car, watching the trees pass by, and smelling the fresh air that lingered home. Finally, the car pulls up, and as she looks up, she sees her soulmate. With the window open, she hears the birds sing rejoice on this bright spring day. Finally, reunited. She kisses her daughter on the forehead, while the man admires their bond. He opens the door, and the little girl walks out of the car, to greet her father.

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The princess is waiting her
everlasting princess lay down leafy grass covered for a shadow of a big tree; there on the top of  the tree two birds are singing so princess ghater a beauty daisy and begin to pull up the petal thinking : " he loves me", "he doesn`t " at the same time she browse around the playground continue hearing the birds among a peaceful and lovely atmosphere his boyfriend is close lay gets s down too observing to her. he gets her hand approaches his face and lips and  kiss each other they look mutually, there are a silence huge, kiss each other again and he goes on his road also his destiny.

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We are in the 50's beginning and the film is black and white. It's morning. In the opening scene we can see a man. He is about thirty years and seems to be happy. He is wearing a suit and and has a briefcase in one of the hands. He is leaving home, but suddenly he stops, entres in a bedroom and gives a goodbye kiss in his wife, who still sleeps. Carefully, he closes the door and goes to work.

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Era una giornata strepitosa, almeno così si era annunciata. Il cielo terso, di un turchese intenso, sembrava contenere in sé tutta quell'energia, quell'intensità, quella grandezza che rappresentano la vita stessa. Ora si sentiva viva nuovamente. Una folata di aria fresca, che proveniva dalla finestra spalancata, le ricordò che la primavera si stava preannunciando.era ora di uscire all'aperto.....

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Era una giornata strepitosa, almeno così si era annunciata. Il cielo terso, di un turchese intenso, sembrava contenere in sé tutta quell'energia, quell'intensità, quella grandezza che rappresentano la vita stessa. Ora si sentiva viva nuovamente. Una folata di aria fresca, che proveniva dalla finestra spalancata, le ricordò che la primavera si stava preannunciando.era ora di uscire all'aperto.....

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It was her ritual, every day, at 3 in the afternoon she took some time for herself.
The garden was her "shelter". That afternoon was a wonderful sunny afternoon of late Spring, May was blooming with colors and perfumes.
She ran to the big oak in the middle of the garden, she sat and raised her eyes to the sky that showed itself through the green leaves.
She started dreaming of a new life, away from the house and in the nearby forest. Suddenly she heard some steps and a door closing. In a moment, next to her was a little dwarf, dress in purple, with a bign unknow flower on his hat...

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The summer vacation has started, Beauty and her friends are settle in their abode for the holidays. The sea shore is the highlight of the view point. The little band never get tired of it. Indeed, the air is so light and misty as the breeze is lovely and fresh. Everyone feels at easy and expect only pleasure. That's when the most surprising event took place.
Beauty, being the most accomplished homemaker you can dream of has arranged for a delicious tea time that none of her friends will ever forget! She has produced the loveliest, daintiest table in the backyard by the giant coconut tree. Her friends cried for joy, they really luck words to describe what was presented in front of them. Colors were a lovely blend of dark and glittery details. The smell was divine are truly inviting. The mere look at the whole scene brought the sweetest melody in their chests.
Haingo

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"It's going to be a perfect day", Lilly thought. She came to the office earlier that morning, she had some urgent tasks to carry out and she was happy she had managed all the work although since she woke up she had been daydreaming. She openend the window to breathe the freshness of the morning, the birds were singing, the sun starting to shine. "Yes, a perfect day", she said loudly.
Tom phoned her the day before inviting her  for a coffee. "At 9.00, will you be ready? " Of course I will!" she replied.
It wasn't the first time that they met in the morning, she didn't know why but she felt it would  be a special coffee...
She closed her eyes and their last embrace and kiss came up to her mind...
"What's the time? I'm late..."

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La tenue luz del sol que se colaba entre los árboles acariciaba su rostro. El calor comenzaba a apretar en aquel soleado día de abril. El silencio del campo era interrumpido tan solo por el canto de los pájaros y el sonido de la bicicleta que él montaba. Todo allí era tranquilidad, paz y sosiego. Parecía que nada malo podía ocurrir, que él estaría siempre seguro allí. Sonrió para sí mismo. Se sentía reconfortado cada vez que salía a pasear por el campo, lo cual no ocurría a menudo. Nada tenía que ver aquel paisaje con la bulliciosa ciudad, el ir y venir de personas y vehículos, las luces, el ruido… Es por eso que le gustaba escaparse al campo de vez en cuando, salir de la rutina y poder respirar aire puro durante unas cuantas horas. Había descubierto Gingham Hill por casualidad, en una página de anuncios. Un día se había decidido a ir hasta allí con el coche, y el encanto del campo y la placidez del pueblo le gustaron tanto que había decidido volver. Se acercaba ahora a una pequeña cabaña a unas millas del pueblo, cerca del arroyo de aguas cristalinas, que había comprado meses atrás. A menudo invitaba a amigos y familiares a pasar unos días de descanso allí con él, y todos habían vuelto. Nadie podía resistirse al encanto de la vida apacible y tranquila del campo.

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She got up this fine morning and got a glimpse of the little alley from her window. The sun was just coming out and she could see its rays move on the stones of the street. She looked back in her studio and suddenly it didn't look so small. It was as if she wasn't renting in the 9th arrondisement a 20m2 flat. It's amazing what a little bit of sunshine can do.
She had already spent half an hour to get ready, which was so much for her; she looked herself in the mirror; her short, thin hair didn't bother her anymore. She felt ready to ceize the day. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and checked if the stove was off. She unlocked the door-she always locks it three times. When she opened the door, there was this smell you can only get in April in Paris.
She locked and left. She was in love!

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Spanish- El primer día del resto de su vida

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Spanish- El primer día del resto de su vida

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Se despertó de un sueño profundo. Pero no había sido su despertador, o su marido, como estaba acostumbrada. La luz brillante que se filtraba a través de las vaporosas cortinas y el coro madrugador de los pájaros en el jardín (¡se había olvidado que su nueva casa tenía jardín!) eran lo que la había despertado.

Estaba sola en la cama. Otra nueva sensación. La cama apenas estaba deshecha. Se había acostado y se había dormido inmediatamente. Demasiados acontecimientos dolorosos se habían agolpado en su cabeza en los últimos días. El sueño, cuando llegaba, era como una bendición.

Se levantó mientras los alegres trinos de los pájaros llenaban la habitación y fue hacia el pequeño balcón, con los pies descalzos. Sintió primero el roce de la suave alfombra de lana y después la madera del suelo acogió sus pies, cálida y fuerte al mismo tiempo.

Abrió las puertas del balcón de par en par y la fresca brisa de abril acarició su rostro, mientras los pájaros parecían volverse locos con sus cantos. Era como si trataran de hablarle a ella, intentando hacerse entender cantando cada uno más alto que los demás.

Se quedó en el balcón unos minutos, casi hipnotizada por el continuo trinar, hasta que sintió un ligero escalofrío. Se dio cuenta entonces de que sólo llevaba puesto su camisón. El mismo camisón que llevaba tres noches atrás, cuando su vida anterior empezó a desmoronarse. ¿Quién le iba a decir que lo que ella pensaba era una vida feliz era sólo un sueño, un espejismo, o mejor, una mentira, que otra persona había construido a su alrededor?

Borró la sombra del mal recuerdo de su mente y levantó su rostro hacia el sol. Cerró los ojos y pensó, “Este va a ser el primer día del resto de mi vida” y sonrió satisfecha. Sonrió al sol, a los pájaros, y, cómo no, a la brisa de abril.

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A beautiful morning welcomes the day. It's spring no doubt about it. Love is around everything. Birds enchant with their lovely music. A young lady is waiting anxiously inside her cabin. She is not desperate. But is almost time for the big date. Suddenly, one gentleman arrives and kisses our girl who looks gorgeous carrying that splendid hat. They hold hands and see each other with passion. Then, they decided to go out and enjoy that amazing day.

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Ayant quitté son pays d’origine par une froide et sombre matinée hivernale, l’avion de ce jeune garçon se posa dans ce lointain univers inconnu.  A peine la porte de l’aéronef ouverte, il sentit l’air du printemps l’envahir ; il s’empressa alors de sortir, de voir, de sentir ce pays qu’il allait découvrir sous peu et qui deviendrait son nouveau domicile.

Quel ne fut ce sentiment de total dépaysement, alors qu’en seulement une journée, tout son environnement paraissait un rêve.  Le paysage était très vert, les odeurs des fleurs et des fruits exotiques affluaient de toute part jusqu’à ses narines, les bruits des animaux qu’il n’avait jamais entendus auparavant, semblaient chanter en l’accueillant.  Il n’y avait aucun doute, c’était bien le début du printemps.

Les enfants jouaient tous dehors, ils furent curieux de connaître leur nouveau voisin, ils invitèrent notre jeune étranger à partager avec eux.  Que des découvertes attendaient notre jeune garçon, d’abord la liberté, la vie à l’extérieure, la camaraderie, cet air si doux, et puis ces magnifiques paysages.  Ces furent les plus belles années de l’enfance de notre jeune étranger.

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Dans un vieux cinéma, les spectateurs regardent de vieux films en noir et blanc. Très attentif, le projectioniste fait fonctionner le projecteur. A côté de lui, dans le noir, un jeune garcon est autorisé à regarder les films depuis la salle de projection.
Sur l’écran, c’est le printemps et une jolie petite fille souriante et joyeuse marche dans la rue ; les oiseaux pépient et gazouillent. Bientôt, il espère qu’il pourra faire fonctionner le projecteur lui-même. Maintenant, le film a changé: un homme fait un baise-main à une femme. Est-il amoureux d’elle ? se demande-t-il. Soudain, une porte s’ouvre et un homme plus âgé entre dans la pièce. Les deux hommes se font maintenant face.

(Hommage à Cinéma Paradiso, 1988, Guiseppe Tornatore, et à The Kiss, 1929 de Jacques Feyder. Merci à Elena pour la séquence de la petite fille)
(for English see my Padlet)

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It was a beautiful morning as ever in the enchanted forest.  The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing in the dawn chorus and the animals were all waking from a restful sleep.  The cosy cottage stood silent in the glimmer of the morning sun.  Emily drew back the gingham curtains looking forward to seeing all her forest friends and starting another new day.  As she opened the front door she was greeted by a newly born fawn stumbling past the front door, eagerly followed by her protective Mum.  The birds swooped down and sat on her shoulders, happy to greet her.  So what was Emily going to do today?......

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It was a beautiful morning as ever in the enchanted forest.  The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing in the dawn chorus and the animals were all waking from a restful sleep.  The cosy cottage stood silent in the glimmer of the morning sun.  Emily drew back the gingham curtains looking forward to seeing all her forest friends and starting another new day.  As she opened the front door she was greeted by a newly born fawn stumbling past the front door, eagerly followed by her protective Mum.  The birds swooped down and sat on her shoulders, happy to greet her.  So what was Emily going to do today?......

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All was as it should be in Somersford on this bright summer morning . The milk had been delivered to most of the houses in the village and breakfast finished or forgotten in the rush to get ready for school or work. Commuters had already boarded the 7.50 train south to London and the elementary school in the nearby town of Ifield was opening its gates ready for the rush of children on this last day of term. Delia thought of the long summer holiday ahead. She would treasure this day as the last she would have on her own in the house. She helped Thomas into his favourite little denim jacket and stopped outside the door to fasten his trainers. She saw the bus turn the corner of her street and ran hand in hand with Thomas to the stop. As she waved him goodbye she wondered if 4 hours would be enough time to ......

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Peter and Anne are holding hands. They want this last day in the countryside to last longer, but neither of them dares say anything. The thin clouds popping up here and there in the sky can’t hold the sunlight still shining on the tree leaves above their head. There’s no one else around to disturb this moment, which is why they chose to end the afternoon here. The only noise one can hear is the trees rustling and the occasional flock of birds flying around. Not even the squirrels, so busy at this time of the year, can be seen or heard today.
They turn to look at each other – still no words needed, everything they need to say is written in their eyes, locked into each other’s. He draws her nearer so he can smell the soft fragrance of her hair and skin. His hand slides down her hair, brushing against her cheek. She shivers slightly against his touch, and places a soft kiss on his lips. They know their time together is about to end, so they don’t even want to embrace, for that would make them lose eye contact. They keep holding hands as if expecting that afternoon would never end…

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American mid-west, white timber cottage.Young boyfriend out on the veranda waiting for his girlfriend to join him, rocks back and forth listening to the birds and dreaming of the evening.He lights a cigarette and sits back peacefully waiting.Girl come out of the house, dressed beautifully ready to go out, walks across and plants a gentle kiss on his check.Together the go to the car, climb in and drive off to the local hop where they spend a lovely hour chatting and dancing.Ex-boyfriend arrives on the scene, causes trouble. There is a fight. Group of girls together, all upset and crying.Boys going crazy crashing around and beating up each other.Police arrive and break up the party. Most are sent home, one or two are carted off to hospital.Boyfriend has a black-eye, girl cross with him and send him home.End of new romance.

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American mid-west, white timber cottage.Young boyfriend out on the veranda waiting for his girlfriend to join him, rocks back and forth listening to the birds and dreaming of the evening.He lights a cigarette and sits back peacefully waiting.Girl come out of the house, dressed beautifully ready to go out, walks across and plants a gentle kiss on his check.Together the go to the car, climb in and drive off to the local hop where they spend a lovely hour chatting and dancing.Ex-boyfriend arrives on the scene, causes trouble. There is a fight. Group of girls together, all upset and crying.Boys going crazy crashing around and beating up each other.Police arrive and break up the party. Most are sent home, one or two are carted off to hospital.Boyfriend has a black-eye, girl cross with him and send him home.End of new romance.

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It' was a clear and inspiring spring evening, one of those that fill your heart with hope and desire to live. Anne was sitting on her sofa all alone and was engrossed in watching an old Romantic comedy, one of those boring movies - her schoolmates would have said - that instead made her dream of a time when a kiss was still meaningful and made you shiver and when birds could still sing.

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It' was a clear and inspiring spring evening, one of those that fill your heart with hope and desire to live. Anne was sitting on her sofa all alone and was engrossed in watching an old Romantic comedy, one of those boring movies - her schoolmates would have said - that instead made her dream of a time when a kiss was still meaningful and made you shiver and when birds could still sing.