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Ispanyol ressam Álvaro Delgado Ramos’un dogum yildonumu (19 Haziran 1922)

Paisaje con Iglesia, Siglo XX

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Jinete de la Olmeda, Siglo XX

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Akademi Onur Odulu, 2 Golden Globe, 3 Emmy Odulu sahibi Amerikali aktris (Virginia Cathryn) Gena Rowlands’in dogum gunu (19 Haziran 1930)

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Ispanyol ressam Bonifacio Alfonso Gómez Fernández’in dogum yildonumu (19 Haziran 1933)

Deseos dorados, 1991

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De Postre Natillas, 2002

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Iskocyali roman, tiyatro yazari ve unlu Peter Pan'in yazari James Matthew Barrie'nin olum yildonumu (19 Haziran 1937)

"Biri disinda, butun cocuklar buyur ve buyuyeceklerini erken yasta ogrenirler. Wendy de soyle ogrendi: Iki yasindayken, bir gun bahcede oynuyordu. Bir cicek daha koparip, bu cicekle annesine kostu. Sanirim kucuk kiz pek sevimli gorunuyordu ki, Bayan Darling elini gogsune koyup, "Ah, keske hep boyle kalabilsen!" diye haykirdi. Bu konuda aralarinda gecen konusmanin hepsi buydu, ama Wendy bundan boyle buyumek zorunda oldugunu ogrenmisti. Bunu iki yasina girdikten sonra anlarsiniz hep. Iki yas, sonun baslangicidir."

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"All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end."

Kanadali yazar, siyasi filozof ve halk entelektueli John Ralston Saul’un dogum gunu (19 Haziran 1947)

“Demagoglar, diktatorler, bagnazlar, irkcilar, populistler. Bunlarin hepsinin yaptigi sey ayni; korku yoluyla liderlik saglamak. Tapinmanin kokeninde de bu var zaten. Bu insanlar kotu olabilirler, ancak halki etkileyebildikleri bir gercek. Durust bir insanin halki etkileyebildigini gormek insani genelde duygulandirir, ama bunu bir yalancinin yapmasini izlemek kesinlikle cok daha ilginctir. Cunku bu insanlar boyle bir ortamda butun zayifliklarimiza oynar. Tipki bir reklam gibi. Buyumesini engellemeye calistigimiz butun korkularimiz bir anda yesermeye tesvik edilir ve bazilarimiz buna boyun eger. Normal bir yasam suren vatandaslar birden birer canavara donusur. Bunu canli canli gormemissen ya da bir yerlerde okumamissan, toplumda yanlis giden hicbir seyden haberin yok demektir." Karanlik Guzergahlar

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“Demagogues, dictators, bigots, racists, populists. They’re all the same: leadership through fear, the roots of hero-worship. These people may be evil, but they stir up crowds. To see an honest man stir up a crowd is sometimes moving. To watch a dishonest man do it is much more interesting. Then you can see the full spectrum of our weaknesses being played. Like an instrument. The inner fears we try to control are suddenly encouraged to blossom, and some of us let go. Suddenly normal citizens become monsters. If you haven’t seen this happen – seen it, not read about it- then you can’t understand what goes wrong in society.”

Amerikali rock grubu Heart’un solisti ve soz yazari Ann (Dustin) Wilson’in dogum gunu (19 Haziran 1950)

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Yunan sair ve oyun yazari Angelos Sikelianos’un olum yildonumu (19 Haziran 1951)

Acik pencereye yaslanmis bakiyorduk.
Her sey uyum icindeydi duygularimizla.
Tarlalarla baglari karartiyordu
kukurt rengi bulutlar
ve gizli bir calkantiyla
agaclarda inlerken ruzgar
gogsu otlari oksayarak
ucup gitti hizli kirlangic.
Sonra birden, buyuk bir gurultuyle
yirtildi gokler ve raksederek
bosandi yagmur.
Tozlar ucustu havada.
Bereketli topragin kokusuyla
titrerken burun deliklerimiz,
dudaklarimizi araladik
icimize islesin diye sular.
Sonra yan yana, yuzlerimiz
sutlegen ve zeytinler gibi
yagmurdan sirilsiklam,
“Nedir bu koku,” diye sorduk,
“bu ogul arilar gibi havaya yayilan?
Belsem mi, cam mi, kenger mi,
yoksa kekik mi?”
oyle yogundu ki kokular,
soluk aldikca icime doldu hepsi
ve sonsuz bir meltemin oksadigi
bir saz gibi titredim
gozlerim gozlerini bulup
damarlarimdaki kanin
cigligini isitinceye degin.
Asmanin uzerine egilip
urperen yapraklardan bir bir
o tatlari tatmak cicekleri solumak istedim;
oysa aklim uzum salkimlari gibi yogun,
solugum bogurtlenlere takili
tatlarla kokulari tek tek secemedim
ve insan nasil ayni anda tadarsa
kaderin kadehinden aci ile sevinci,
ben de oyle tattim ayni anda hepsini;
ve kolumu beline doladigim anda,
bulbul gibi sakidi, irmaklar gibi akti
damarlarimda kanim.

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We leaned out of the window.
Everything around us
was one with our soul.
Sulphur-pale, the clouds
darkened the fields, the vines;
wind moaned in the trees
with a secret turbulence,
and the quick swallow went
breasting across the grass.
Suddenly the thunder broke,
the wellhead broke,
and dancing came the rain.
Dust leaped into the air.
We, our nostrils quivering,
opened our lips to drink
the earth's heavy smell,
to let it like a spring
water us deep inside
(the rain had already wet
our thirsting faces,
like the olive and the mullen).
And shoulder touching shoulder,
we asked: "What smell is this
that cuts the air like a bee?
From balsam, pine, acanthus,
from osier or thyme?"
So many the scents that, breathing out,
I became a lyre caressed
by the breath's profusion.
Sweetness filled my palate;
and as our eyes met again
all my blood sang out.
I bent down to the vine,
its leaves shaking, to drink
its honey and its flower;
and—my thoughts like heavy grapes,
bramble-thick my breath—
I could not, as I breathed,
choose among the scents,
but culled them all, and drank them
as one drinks joy or sorrow
suddenly sent by fate;
I drank them all,
and when I touched your waist,
my blood became a nightingale,
became like the running waters.

Steve McQueen ve Faye Dunaway'in basrollerini paylastigi Kibar Soyguncu (The Thomas Crown Affair - Il caso Thomas Crown) 19 Haziran 1968'de Boston, Massachusetts'de gosterime girdi.

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