Um dos filmes mais bonitos que já vi...

É Romeu e Julieta, de 1996. Com Leonardo DiCaprio  e Claire Danes. A banda sonora é fabulosa. Shakespeare decerto ficou contente! :)

O amor e o mar cabem no breve espaço de beijar...

Basket of love, pelo pintor surrealista Michael Cheval

"O amor é grande e cabe nesta janela sobre o mar.
O mar é grande e cabe na cama e no colchão de amar.
O amor é grande e cabe no breve espaço de beijar."

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Não, não era a minha letra / "...no, it wasn't my writing"

Mais Alanis Morissette.





"Your House"


I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
I opened your door without ringing the bell
I walked down the hall
Into your room
Where I could smell you
And I shouldn't be here, without permission
I shouldn't be here


Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon


I took off my clothes
Put on your robe
I went through your drawers
And found your cologne
Went down to the den
Found your CD's
And I played your Joni
And I shouldn't stay long, you might be home soon
I shouldn't stay long


Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon


I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said "Hello love, I love you so love, meet me at midnight"
And no, it wasn't my writing
I'd better go soon
It wasn't my writing


So forgive me love
If I cry in your shower
So forgive me love
For the salt in your bed
So forgive me love
If I cry all afternoon

Mo'nique em "Precious": 'Who was gonna love me?'

"Precious" é um filme esmagador baseado no romance 'Push', de Sapphire. Retrata uma realidade muito dura: as crianças que crescem maltratadas, abusadas, violadas no contexto familiar. A verdadeira pobreza.

Tão esmagador como a história é o desempenho de Mo'nique. Se ainda não viu, se não sabe porque ganhou ela o Óscar de melhor actriz secundária com este filme, não sabe o que perde. Fica aqui um aperitivo:

'Precious' Who Was Going To Love Me? en Yahoo! Video

Há mais na vida do que livros... mas não muito mais.

theblackapple

Quero que saibas... / "You Oughta Know"

Recordando Alanis Morissete.




"You Oughta Know"


I want you to know, that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother


'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you're still alive


And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know


You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her?


'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, til you died
But you're still alive


And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know


'cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it


Well, I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

Harry Potter e a leitura enquanto bendita evasão perante os dramas do mundo

Do cartoonista austríaco Petar Pismestrovic.

Muito bom!

Há mais cartoons de Harry Potter AQUI.

Os livros fazem bem à saúde! / Books are good for you!

 Ilustração de Nury Lee.

Mastiga bem! :)

Por isso é que o cão comeu o livro! :)

Ainda consigo LER o que estás a pensar / I can still READ what you're thinking

Annie Lennox é uma das minhas vozes que mais me toca!

Porquê? "Why"?

"I may be mad

I may be blind

I may be viciously unkind

But I can still read what you're thinking...

(...)

This is the book I never read

These are the words I never said

This is the path I'll never tread

These are the dreams I'll dream instead

This is the joy that's seldom spread

These are the tears...

The tears we shed

This is the fear

This is the dread

These are the contents of my head

And these are the years that we have spent

And this is what they represent

And this is how I feel

Do you know how I feel ?

'cause i don't think you know how I feel

I don't think you know what I feel..."

É lindo!!!







"Why" (letra na íntegra)



How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry for the things I've done
But when I start to try to tell you
That's when you have to tell me
Hey... this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me...
Why
Why


I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard is said too many times
That you'd be better off
Besides...
Why can't you see this boat is sinking
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me...
Why
Tell me...
Why



This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel ?
'cause i don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
You don't know what I feel

J. K. Rowling sabe que vale a pena esperar pelo comboio / The inspiration moment

"I sat and thought for four (delayed train) hours, and all the details bubbled up in my brain, and this scrawny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who didn’t know he was a wizard became more and more real to me".

-J. K. Rowling fala de como a história de Harry Potter lhe surgiu enquanto esperava por um comboio em atraso. Precioso momento de inspiração!

Fonte: Hurricane

As histórias em que moramos / The stories we live in

"When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story’s voice makes everything its own".

John Berger

Ainda sinto a tua falta...ou nem por isso / "I Still Miss You...A Little Bit"

Brian Adams presenteia-nos com uma nova canção que apesar de falar de traição e infidelidade transmite alegria, humor e boa disposição. Do CD "Bare Bones", de 2010.

Livros fofos / Stuffed books

PatchworkPottery no Flickr

(Laurraine Yuyama)

Muito bonitos!

Deolinda: "Passou Por Mim e Sorriu": linda, linda, linda!

Ele passou por mim e sorriu,

e a chuva parou de cair,

o meu bairro feio tornou-se perfeito,

e o monte de entulho, um jardim.



O charco inquinado voltou a ser lago,

e o peixe ao contrário virou.

Do esgoto empestado saiu perfumado

um rio de nenúfares em flor.



Sou a mariposa bela e airosa,

que pinta o mundo de cor de rosa,

eu sou um delírio do amor.



Sei que a chuva é grossa, que entope a fossa,

que o amor é curto e deixa mossa,

mas quero voar, por favor!



No metro, enlatados, corpos apertados

suspiram ao ver-me entrar.

Sem pressas que há tempo,

dá gosto o momento,

e tudo mais pode esperar.



O puto do cão com seu acordeão,

põe toda a gente a dançar,

e baila o ladrão,

com o polícia p'la mão,

esvoaçam confetis no ar.



Sou a mariposa bela e airosa,

que pinta o mundo de cor de rosa,

eu sou um delírio do amor.



Sei que a chuva é grossa, que entope a fossa,

que o amor é curto e deixa mossa,

mas quero voar, por favor!



Há portas abertas e ruas cobertas

de enfeites de festas sem fim,

e por todo o lado, ouvido e dançado,

o fado é cantado a rir.



E aqueles que vejo, que abraço e que beijo,

falam já meio a sonhar,

se o mundo deu nisto e bastou um sorriso,

o que será se ele me falar.



Sou a mariposa bela e airosa,

que pinta o mundo de cor de rosa,

eu sou um delírio do amor.



Sei que a chuva é grossa, que entope a fossa,

que o amor é curto e deixa mossa,

mas quero voar, por favor!



Sou a mariposa bela e airosa,

que pinta o mundo de cor de rosa,

eu sou um delírio do amor.



Sei que a chuva é grossa, que entope a fossa,

que o amor é curto e deixa mossa,

mas quero voar, por favor!