Today...

I miss

my old friends

and a good, deep talk...

Ese lunar que tienes...

Ay, ay, ay, ay, canta y no llores,

Porque cantando se alegran,

Cielito Lindo, los corazones.

Aritmética da Vida

A se acreditar nos românticos
um mais um, idealmente,
igual a um.
Para os lógicos,
nenhuma dúvida
de que somam dois.
Para os descuidados
o resultado pode ser três
(e isso logo da primeira vez).
A vida, que não aprendeu tabuada,
demonstra muitas vezes,
excessivas vezes,
que, subtraídos os sonhos,
um mais um
acabam se decompondo
em apenas um e um.

- Celina Portocarrero -

Gran Torino...

... ou como Clint Eastwood se consegue reinventar a ele próprio e emocionar-me de tal forma com esta música, ao ponto de não conseguir sufocar as lágrimas...I'm completely addicted to it!

Wave...

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Ai, do que me foram lembrar hoje. Nossa, quanta saudade...e o resto é mar!

Mankind Is No Island...

...e assim se vence um Festival de Curtas!

Jeremy

Porque, para além de toda a complexidade do filme de Cronenberg, há qualquer coisa no rosto deste homem que me intriga... vê-lo em dose dupla no ecrã é ainda mais fascinante. E não sei como consegue ter um sorriso tão cativante e misterioso!

E così si comincia...

é quanto basta!

So long had life together been that she and I...

So long had life together been that now

the second of January fell again
on Tuesday, making her astonished brow
lift like a windshield wiper in the rain,
so that her misty sadness cleared, and showed
a cloudless distance waiting up the road.

So long had life together been that once
the snow began to fall, it seemed unending;
that, lest the flakes should make her eyelids wince,
I'd shield them with my hand, and they, pretending
not to believe that cherishing of eyes,
would beat against my palm like butterflies.

So alien had all novelty become
that sleep's entanglements would put to shame
whatever depths the analysts might plumb;
that when my lips blew out the candle flame,
her lips, fluttering from my shoulder, sought
to join my own, without another thought.

So long had life together been that all
that tattered brood of papered roses went,
and a whole birch grove grew upon the wall,
and we had money, by some accident,
and tonguelike on the sea, for thirty days,
the sunset threatened Turkey with its blaze.

So long had life together been without
books, chairs, utensils—only that ancient bed—
that the triangle, before it came about,
had been a perpendicular, the head
of some acquaintance hovering above
two points which had been coalesced by love.

So long had life together been that she
and I, with our joint shadows, had composed
a double door, a door which, even if we
were lost in work or sleep, was always closed:
somehow its halves were split and we went right
through them into the future, into night.

- Six Years Later, de Joseph Brodsky... também aqui! -

Sweet days for everyone!

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