There's always next season... in April.
29 setembro, 2011
28 setembro, 2011
27 setembro, 2011
Fair...
Southern (Tunesian) Gardens, 1919, Paul Klee
So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
Making a couplement of proud compare,
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O' let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:
Let them say more than like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXI
25 setembro, 2011
Numa sala perto de mim #169
The Debt (2011), levemente baseada na história do cirurgião de Birkenau, conta a hipotética história de uma operação falhada da Mossad encoberta durante mais de trinta anos. A história como seria desejável que tivesse acontecido aprisiona toda a vida numa mentira.
23 setembro, 2011
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17 setembro, 2011
Numa sala perto de mim #168
Contagion (2011) tells the story of the transmission of an unknown virus, spreading out of control throughout the world and killing a lot of people. In extreme cases, panic is worse than the disease itself.
Espantos #304
Os Marretas têm a minha idade! No início de Setembro de 1976 estreava na televisão Britânica o carismático The Muppet Show, que duraria cinco temporadas.
It's time to play the music
it's time to light the lightIt's time to play the music
it's time to meet the muppets
on the muppet show tonight.
It's time to put on make up
it's time to dress up right
it's time to get things started
on the muppet show tonight...
16 setembro, 2011
Numa sala perto de mim #167
Misterios de Lisboa (2010) o longo filme de Raul Ruíz, que pouco ou nada mostra de Lisboa, tem um complexo enredo englobando várias gerações. A sensação é que cada novo personagem tem uma história para contar de algum modo relacionada com a anterior. E a frase que ficou ao fim de 4h30m (versão reduzida do original de mais de 6h) foi:
Com Deus, devemos ser sinceros. Com os homens, devemos ser solidários.
Com Deus, devemos ser sinceros. Com os homens, devemos ser solidários.
14 setembro, 2011
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07 setembro, 2011
Numa sala perto de mim #166
Joyeux Noël (2005) is based on the true story of the French, German and Scottish soldiers that ceased hostilities on the western front of the war over two days in the Christmas of 1914 (here the turning point). Mostly a story of human feelings irrespective of nationality, also a note on how religion manipulates facts and minds, and finally the detachment of higher hierarchies from matters occurring on the battle front. Moving!
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Philipe Rombi
I hear the mountain birds
The sound of rivers singing
A song I've often heard
It flows through me now
So clear and so loud
I stand where I am
And forever I'm dreaming of home
I feel so alone, I'm dreaming of home
It's carried in the air
The breeze of early morning
I see the land so fair
My heart opens wide
There's sadness inside
I stand where I am
And forever I'm dreaming of home
I feel so alone, I'm dreaming of home
This is no foreign sky
I see no foreign light
But far away I am
From some peaceful land
I'm longing to stand
A hand in my hand
...forever I'm dreaming of home
I feel so alone, I'm dreaming of home
06 setembro, 2011
Palavras lidas #176
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
And Violets are done --
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the Sun --
The hand that paused to gather
Upon this Summer's day
Will idle lie -- in Auburn --
Then take my flowers -- pray!
Emily Dickinson
And Violets are done --
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the Sun --
The hand that paused to gather
Upon this Summer's day
Will idle lie -- in Auburn --
Then take my flowers -- pray!
Emily Dickinson
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
05 setembro, 2011
Sem título #22
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet LXVI
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet LXVI
Etiquetas:
Poesia-Poetry,
Sem Título
04 setembro, 2011
Numa sala perto de mim #165
One Day (2011) the story of one day, over the period of twenty years, in the life of two people in which truly special moments are lived, ignored and recalled... the movie is therefore happy, sad and nostalgic. In one word: profound!
02 setembro, 2011
No Times de hoje #134
O New York Times traz um artigo sobre os trabalhos de construção na nova torre do World Trade Center em Manhattan, actualmente no andar 75. Em Julho, o Times atribuiu ao fotógrafo Damon Winter (vencedor de um prémio pulitzer ao serviço do jornal) uma missão de cinco dias com os trabalhadores do ferro nas alturas da nova torre. Também conhecidos como os cowboys do céu, trabalham de segunda a sexta das 7am às 3.30pm em constante situação de risco, mas com uma vista fantástica. Não é para todos. O resultado vê-se agora.
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