Leituras sinistras para o Dia das Bruxas / Halloween readings

Helen Chandler lê “Drácula” com Bela Lugosi, David Manners, Dwight Frye e Edward Sloan,1931.

Melody Gardot - "Deep within the corners of my mind"

Eu já casei mas de qualquer modo agradeço / I´m already married but thank you anyway

Em tempos de Halloween, mais duas bruxas leitoras / Two witches reading

 fc08 no deviantart

Laura Tolton

Boa noite com Melody Gardot/ Good night with Melody Gardot

Good night
Close your eyes and just
Sleep tight
I'll lie awake and watch you dream
To be sure whether all of your dreams are pure

My dear don't you worry about a thing
I'll be near to you all night
And through the eveningI'll be by your side
So Good night
Close your eyes and just sleep tight
I'll lie awake and watch you dream
To be sure whether all of your dreams are pure

While you slumber in case you
Ever wonder if a summer breeze
Just brushed your cheek
Know it's meAnd Good nightClose your eyes and just
Sleep tight
I'll lie awake and watch you dream
To be sure whether all of your dreams are pure
And Goodnite
close your eyes and just sleep tight
ill lie awake and watch you dream
to be sure that all of your dreams are pure

Digam lá que este não é um grande "Boa noite"!

10 citações sobre escrita criativa / 10 quotes about writing

“One day i will find the right words and they will be simple”
<>

Jack Kerouac

“… You learn and grow with your characters - don’t think there’s any special merit in having a lofty distance from them. Your books will always be about you to some degree - they will always reflect your view of the world in some way. In the end it doesn’t matter where your creativity comes from - whether research, imagination, real life - in the end you always write about what you know, wherever your knowledge has come from.” <> Anna Maxted “You write your first draft with your heart and you re-write with your head. The first key to writing is to write, not to think.” <> Sean Connery no filme Finding Forrester     “Writers imagine that they cull stories from the world. I'm beginning to believe that vanity makes them think so. That it's actually the other way around. Stories cull writers from the world. Stories reveal themselves to us. The public narrative, the private narrative - they colonize us. They commission us. They insist on being told. Fiction and nonfiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons that I don't fully understand, fiction dances out of me, and nonfiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning.” Arundhati Roy, O Deus das Pequenas coisas “But somewhere in the heat of magic that boundary between word and the thing ruptures. It cracks, and the one flows back into the other, and the two meld together and fuse. Language gets tangled up with the world it describes.” Lev Grossman, The Magicians “Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas—abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken—and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.”  Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things <> “A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.” Ursula Le Guin  “There are so many different kinds of writing and so many ways to work that the only rule is this: do what works. Almost everything has been tried and found to succeed for somebody. The methods, even the ideas, of successful writers contradict each other in a most heartening way, and the only element I find common to all successful writers is persistence—an overwhelming determination to succeed.”  Sophy Burnham “Read, read, read. Read everything—trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the most. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out the window.” William Faulkner “We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can. Because somewhere out there is someone who needs that story. Someone who will grow up with a different landscape, who without that story will be a different person. And who with that story may have hope, or wisdom, or kindness, or comfort. And that is why we write.” Neil Gaiman in his Newbery Medal Acceptance Speech, The Graveyard Book.

Porque choramos num filme? / Why do we cry in a film?

The moment we cry in a film is not when things are sad but when they turn out to be more beautiful than we expected them to be.

Alain de Botton

(Os momentos em que choramos num filme não são os mais tristes mas aquele que se revelam mais belos do que esperávamos, que nos surpreendem com a sua beleza).

Podemos chorar nos momentos mais tristes ou mais felizes, é a beleza, a inesperada perfeição do momento que nos comove. Há filmes assim. Ainda bem.

Melody Gardot - "Pretend I Don't Exist": belíssima!!

Try to forget me...

Tenta esquecer-me...

Já que chove tanto, que chovam livros / It's raining books, aleluia!

Melody Gardot - "Love Me Like a River Does"

Esta senhora tem uma voz linda. Esta música é óptima para relaxar ao fim de um dia de trabalho.

Passear o cão, ler e namorar / A sunny day in the park with the dog, the boyfriend and a book

Ericka Lugo

If The Stars Were Mine pela voz de Melody Gardot

Vale a pena apreciar a letra desta música com mais atenção:

If the stars were mine
I'd give them all to you
I'd pluck them down right from the sky
and leave it only blue
I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face
so when others would have rain clouds you'd have only sunny days
If the stars were mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd put the stars right in a jar and give 'em all to you

If the birds were mine
I'd tell them when to singI'd make them sing a sonnet when your telephone would ring
I would put them there inside the square, whenever you went out
so there'd always be sweet music whenever you would walk about
If the birds were mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make 'em sing for you
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make 'em sing for you

If the world was mine
I'd paint it gold and greenI'd make the oceans orange for a brilliant color scheme

I would color all the mountains, make the sky forever blue
So the world would be a painting and I'd live inside with you
If the world was mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd wrap the world in ribbons and then give it all to you
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make 'em sing for you
I'd put those stars right in a jar...and..........
give them all...to you.......

Uma leitora de Halloween / A Halloween reader

Merrill Rainey

A ouvir Melody Gardot - Baby I'm A Fool

http://www.melodygardot.com