Benjamin Button

I have to say... I did enjoy the film. There were some clichés, there are some slower moments but there are also some phylosophical reflections which make us think about the precious moments we get to have with the ones we love. There's a bit of the war, a bit of the 60's, a bit of Brad Pitt looking like James Dean... let me get my breath back...there's a magnificent Cate Blanchett (there's something about these Australians, no man's land, away from it all, a desert and scorching land that gives birth to pearls such as this one, the lost Heath Ledger, Russel Crowe, Geoffrey Rush...). I know neither or them is going to win the Oscar - Brad Pitt is still too handsome to be talented. Poor DiCaprio suffers from the same problem. It seems beautiful women can have it both ways. Handsome men can't have it all. I guess I was about time. The photography of the film is really beautiful and the sets are delicious. It has a nice view about old age. People who we can learn something from and not mere waste.

Away from it all

No meio de casas graníticas velhas mas teimosamente resistentes, que se deixam camuflar pelas paisagens de penedos, vivem velhotes esquecidos do mundo. São visitados por curiosos domingueiros, por terem escolhido nascer numa terra centenária, num monumento por si só. Vendem cestos, colheres de pau, adufes e marafonas aos turistas para fazer uns trocos. No fim do dia, voltam para debaixo dos seus penedos húmidos e enchem as salamandras de pequenos troncos, para aquecer os ossos fragilizados e a pele gretada pela rudeza daqueles zéfiros.

Naquele cume isolado, que rasga a paisagem beirã, vivem os que se contentam com a simplicidade dos sorrisos e com os balidos dos animais que deixam a pastar no castelo.

Mas também vive um inglês. Um tipo novo que escolheu desligar a tomada do frenesim urbano. Ausentou-se do mundo, dos pontos cardeais e dos ponteiros do relógio. No sábado de manhã, perguntou simplesmente:

What day is it today? Are we still in May?

Sim, isto é que é "brutal":)).

My choice II

Aqui estão os que faltavam. A escolha foi complicada.

Dr. Kindness
Me, myself and I
Brasil the second
The medical centre
Away from it all
I wouldn't call it delivering services
Those bloody SMS
Dead Portugal
Carjacking
Love as a commodity
Should I throw my towel?

E.E. Cummings

I like my body when it is with your

I like my body when it is with your body.
It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
I like its hows. I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones,
and the trembling -firm-smoothness
and which I will again and again and again kiss,
I like kissing this and that of you,
I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
and possibly I like the thrill
of under me you quite so new




It may not always be so

and I say it may not always be so;and I say
that if your lips,which I have loved,should touch
another's,and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as I know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be,I say if this should be-
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that I may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall I turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.