E faremos amor numa casa em chamas, num instante suspenso connosco
"A theater director struggles with his work, and the women in his life, as he attempts to create a life-size replica of New York inside a warehouse as part of his new play."
Caíu ontem `a noite como um erro, quando o desejo era ver Bergman.
A história, sim a história, era comum a um mundo de fantasia, com os seus espacos de coracao quente mas sem ser infantil ou paternalista. Pelo menos nao a senti desse modo.
A realizacao... A cinematografia... Com essas ainda hoje sonho.
"In a hospital on the outskirts of 1920s Los Angeles, an injured stuntman begins to tell a fellow patient, a little girl with a broken arm, a fantastical story about 5 mythical heroes. Thanks to his fractured state of mind and her vivid imagination, the line between fiction and reality starts to blur as the tale advances."
Nao adiciono trailer porque (defeito comum) conta demasiado sobre o filme. As imagens falam por si.
Nos dias em que as ideias assustavam e os desejos nao me deixavam ver a simplicidade das coisas.
Na noite em que me refugiei, a salvo na frente do carro, negando tudo.
Nessa noite, fotografei estas linhas.
Hoje ainda sou pequeno, mas já nao me perco tanto naquela pequenez.
Anathallo - Italo
"When you get up When you wake up Put your hands up Pick yourself up And you pull yourself up underneath the dugout cubby enclave of the sidewalk overhang, cement buckled upward and the rain came dripping through the crack. We hear the voice of Italo sing of a holy fire. When he stomped, the dirt fell on our eyes. Hell, he stomped. It was a mystery to me when you crawled out from underneath the sidewalk overhang. Cemment buckled upward and the rain cam dripping through the crack. We heard the voice of Italo sing. In the second zone of the city a baby born in the nightclub mold where goons dry heave the factory glue all crust-lipped and bloody nosed. Fire took the roof off, hollowing the carcass (licked it like a bone).
Sway and mone to songs of some pitchless praise, stoned."
Depois de umas semanas sem cinema decidi ir a solo (nao, nunca me preocupou esse facto). Devo dizer que em momentos senti uma presenca muito próxima de quando vi o filme portugues "Ossos" anos atrás (nao que estes sejam similares ou mesmo parecidos). Foi um dia cinzento ontem, dentro e fora, nao se tratava de um filme alegre, e mesmo assim saí da sala com o princípio de um sorriso. "Anda, anda, anda..."
"In the periphery of São Paulo, the pregnant single mother Cleuza works as maid in the apartment of a middle-class family. Each of her sons has a different unknown father. Along the months, each brother experiences new deceptions and expectations while the family fights to survive."
E vao tres albuns de grande qualidade. Talvez nao seja para todos os dias mas, nestas noites de sonhos recorrentes, veio cair mesmo bem.
"The original lineup of The Veils disbanded in late 2004, following a string of internal altercations related to the future sound of the band. After this Andrews returned to New Zealand in order to find a new lineup and the write a new record. He spent the summer rehearsing with high school classmates Liam Gerrard (keyboards) and Sophia Burn (bass). The trio returned to London in early 2005 where they were joined by Dan Raishbrook (guitar) and Henning Dietz (drums).
The group recorded their second album Nux Vomica at Underbelly Studios in Los Angeles, with producer Nick Launay, and the album was released on 18 September 2006. The album featured string arrangements by ex-Lounge Lizard and long time Lou Reed collaborator Jane Scarpontoni. Nux Vomica featured on 9 critics' Best Of The Year lists in 2006.[who?]
During the sixteen months of touring that followed the release of Nux keyboard player Liam Gerrard left the band and The Veils continued on as a four piece. It was during this period that they started living in a garage in Oklahoma and using The Flaming Lips studio to record demos for their third album between playing shows on the east and west coasts of America. They returned to London 6 months later and began recording with Graham Sutton. The album, entitled Sun Gangs, was released worldwide on April 6th."
É como voltar atrás um ano e meio, ao verao mais solitário de que me lembro. Kotnikova, outra vez. Há coisas que nao se apagam, seja pela ferida profunda, seja pela felicidade de quem luta a um.
"Daniel when I first saw you I knew that you had a flame in your heart And under under our blue skies Marble movie skies I found a home in your eyes We'll never be apart
And when the fires came The smell of cinders and rain Perfumed almost everything We laughed and laughed and laughed And in the golden blue Cryin' took me to the darkest place And you have set fire to my heart
When I run in the dark, Daniel To a place that's lost Under a sheet of rain in my heart Daniel I dream of home
But in a goodbye bed With my arms around your neck Into our love the tears crept Just catch in the eye of the storm And as my heart ran round My dreams pulled me from the ground Forever to search for the flame For home again For home again
When I run in the dark, Daniel To a place that's lost Under a sheet of rain in my heart Daniel I dream of home
When I run in the dark, Daniel To a place that's lost Under a sheet of rain in my heart Daniel I dream of home "
Devia ter uns 16 anos quando ouvi dead can dance pela primeira vez, mais especificamente esta música.
Já nesta altura tinha a enfermidade marcada.
Aos poucos se vai perdendo vozes na vida, de pessoas que se tornam em sombras.
Este sentimento nunca se perdeu.
E numa obsessao pela música para todos os momentos, perco-me na escolha de uma para acompanhar um epitáfio.
Por agora esta serve, no fim de contas, representa uma das poucas coisas que me faz levantar de manha e nao me lembrar que é domingo.
Tudo o mais é fim mediato.
E faremos amor numa casa em chamas, num instante suspenso connosco
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