Hidden feelings

Blinking

 

So, anyways. What I want to talk to you here is the subtle appeal of the sound of our kiss.

 

 

Life and kisses

 

"A vida fica muito mais fácil se a gente sabe onde estão os beijos de que precisamos"

Mário Quintana

Cine Me

 

Great Expectation

 

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1836808/

 

Here’s another ‘Great Expectations’, about five minutes after the last telly adaptation. What marks out director Mike Newell and writer David Nicholls’s version is its impeccable acting. Helena Bonham Carter has taken some stick for her eccentric Miss Havisham, but she’s spot-on: rather than do witchy (and let’s face it, the temptation to go a bit Bellatrix Lestrange must have been huge), she makes Miss Havisham a spoilt little rich girl frozen in time. All these years since she was jilted, she’s still in her wedding dress and still the petulant princess – now spitefully plotting revenge on men with Estella (Holliday Grainger) as her weapon. The film zeroes in on the love story between Estella and blacksmith’s boy Pip (played by handsome Jeremy Irvine from ‘War Horse’), an angle oddly muted in many versions. It’s what makes this a worthy addition to the heap of adaptations (none of which can hold a candle to David Lean’s 1946 film) – that, and how movingly it shows young Pip as a young man all at sea without a dad.

 

A fresh rendering of the Dickens classic, designed to mark the 200th anniversary of the writer's birth, plays it far too safe to ever challenge Lean's definitive take.

 

 

 Vivid characterizations from Ralph Fiennes and Helena Bonham Carter are the highlights of Mike Newell's traditional retelling of the classic Dickens novel.

 

I loved the emotional directness and honesty of Jason Flemyng and Jessie Cave as Joe Gargery and his eventual bride Biddy.

 

The sets are rich in detail. The landscapes look sufficiently blowy. But the crime of this Great Expectations is that it has no expectations of itself, or us. It’s less an adaptation than a recapitulation.

 

 



Mind if I move in closer

 

 

I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

 

I really can't stay

Get over that old doubt

Baby, it's cold outside.

 

Décolleté

 

 

Prémio Camões

"O meu prémio maior é continuar a escrever”

 

 

Mia Couto

Part time lover

 

We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing it's so wrong, but feeling so right.

 

 

Weekend

Baby, come back

 

 

Any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you.

 

Cannes

 

I love black.

Stunning suculents

 

 

 

Maria,
Lua quase cheia e pensamento supersticioso a fazer o pino – estará ela quase vazia de mim? (E se “quase” for optimista?). Um amigo no hospital, as sms falham, no seu lugar faria o mesmo. Ser chefe quando rezo para que tomem conta de mim. A fuga para a televisão, talvez esta angústia se cure a tiro de western ou policial… Frankie e Johnny, o Diabo decidiu divertir-se à minha custa, há quantos anos não tropeçava neste filme? Beber o cálice até ao fim. (Que megalomania é esta?, a frase pertence a Jesus e ao Chico). Pacino, antes de se render ao overacting. Pfeiffer desconfiada, mas fascinada por uma flor. Lembro-lhes cada tropeção até ao abraço final. Mas não arrisco – vou rever para me assegurar que ficam juntos. Se os americanos ganharam a guerra do Vietnam em Hollywood, por que raio não consigo eu um mísero armistício contigo em noite de Lua quase cheia?
Eu sei, chama-se vida real.

Júlio Machado Vaz

Hello

 

 

 

I've just got to let you know
Because I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do

Are you somewhere feeling lonely?
Or is someone loving you?

Tell me how to win your heart
For I havent got a clue
But let me start by saying

 

 I love you

Thinking

 

 

 

«Há cinquenta anos. Há meio século. É já tempo bastante para a História se mover. E todavia não é bastante para se mover em nós um sinal profundo de vida. Um encontro, um elogio, um vexame. Tudo tão pouco. E tanto. Uma fotografia inesperada de alguém que amámos e morreu e desapareceu no montão de coisas que foram e nos aconteceram. E de súbito uma absurda irrealidade começa a existir numa pancada funda na alma. E um encantamento sem significação. E uma melancolia grave como um horizonte longínquo. E um choro para dentro, estúpido e terno.»

 

 

 

Vergílio Ferreira. Livro: Pensar (Quetzal, 2013).

Odor di femina

 

 

Ninguém compreendia o perfume da escura magnólia do teu ventre.

 

Federico García Lorca

Simple as that

 

 

 

Ama-se com amor aqueles que não se podem amar de outro modo.

 

                                                                                                      Natalie Clifford Barney

I felt very perverse

 

Paisagem ousada, como a vêem as videntes...
Aquele "dentro" para que converge o "fora" das estrelas.

Clarice Lispector

That feeling

Should I be feeling guilty

And love is blind and that I knew when, my heart was blinded by you.

What if

 

 I was more, and by more, I mean enough?

Cine Me

 

The Great Gastby

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1343092/

 

http://gatsbymovie.tumblr.com/

 

F Scott Fitzgerald's classic, complex novella of bad timing and lost love in the Jazz Age has been brought once again to the cinema, now starring Leonardo DiCaprio as the enigmatic young plutocrat Gatsby himself; Carey Mulligan as Daisy, the object of his passion, and Tobey Maguire as Daisy's cousin Nick, the outsider-insider through whose wondering narration the story is filtered.

 

The film itself, as a film, was awesome! The visuals and soundtrack were captivating and lavish. The acting was great overall, as you can trust these actors to deliver.

Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby is the first must-see film of Hollywood’s summer season, if for no other reason than its jaw-dropping evocation of Roaring ’20s New York — in 3-D, no less.

 

Amidst all the fireworks and the cascading champagne and the insanely over-the-top parties, we’re reminded again and again that The Great Gatsby is about a man who spends half a decade constructing an elaborate monument to the woman of his dreams.

 

Baz Luhrmann really has outdone himself in this film. The cast is beautiful as is the script. The scenes are a visual feast. It is as if Luhrmann reached into Fitzgerald's vision of the 20's, pulled out the heart of it and merged it with what society is today, over nine decades later. Alongside personal strife, we see social inequality, abuse of drugs and alcohol, political and moral corruption, and the failure of financial institutions and their responsibility to people. This film will make you feel that these issues will always be relevant, and that not much changes from generation to generation.

The achingly romantic and hopeful Gatsby is played impeccably by DiCaprio. He has aged into a beautiful man while still possessing those boyish good looks. The beginning of the film has the viewer itching to see Gatsby and hear him speak, and when he finally appears he holds on and captivates throughout the film. The film may awaken something in you, a memory of when you were crazy in love with a person or in love with an idea for what your life should be. DiCaprio embodies a dream and makes you root for him, even though he is shown to be a liar and a man who is desperately trying to steal another's wife- all that does not matter because we see the gentle child-like frailty in him and identify with it. DiCaprio is an excellent actor and was perfect for the role.

I must say that I didn't think that Mulligan can pull the role of Daisy, who in my mind was supposed to be a flawless beauty. However, she didn't disappoint. It made Gatsby's love and desire for her even more fascinating- she was beautiful to him and that's all that mattered. Mulligan was able to play the spoiled and dazed rich girl well, while adding an emotional dimension to the character. Tobey Mcguire definitely held his own, and his story line had an interesting deviation from the novel which was enjoyable.

 

 All in all I think it is a must see this year for movie buffs.

I want you to know

Drops everything now

 

meet me in the pouring rain.

I think of you

 

And I do.

I wonder

 

how many times you had sex.

 

 

I guess we're back to being strangers

 

A meu favor

Tenho o verde secreto dos teus olhos
Algumas palavras de ódio algumas palavras de amor
O tapete que vai partir para o infinito
esta noite ou uma noite qualquer

A meu favor
As paredes que insultam devagar
Certo refúgio acima do murmúrio
Que da vida corrente teime em vir
O barco escondido pela folhagem
O jardim onde tudo recomeça.

 

 

 

                                                               ALEXANDRE O'NEILL

 

Shoulder

 

burns and hurts.

Into you

 

I would like to sing someone to sleep,

to sit beside someone and be there.

I would like to rock you and sing softly

and go with you to and from sleep.

I would like to be the one in the house

 who knew: The night was cold.
And I would like to listen in and listen out
into you, into the world, into the woods.
The clocks shout to one another striking,
and one sees to the bottom of time.
And down below one last, strange man walks by
and rouses a strange dog.
And after that comes silence.
I have laid my eyes upon you wide;
and they hold you gently and let you go
when something stirs in the dark.

                                                    Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Images

Cine Me

 

To The Wonder

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1595656/

 

http://www.magpictures.com/tothewonder/

 

The anticipated new feature from renowned filmmaker Terrence Malick (Tree of Life, The New World), TO THE WONDER boldly and lyrically explores the complexities of love in all its forms.

 

Love or something like it, and the absence of God, are the central themes in this trance-like filmic journey that only Terrence Malick could have made.

 

The entirety of To the Wonder is a kind of unframed flashback, accompanied by Malick's characteristic murmured voiceover and surging orchestral score, not a narrative so much as remembered feelings, glimpses and moments in narrative order and dreamily extended to epiphany length. It is a kind of silent cinema, and the movie's male lead – a performance of dignity and sensitivity from Ben Affleck – is virtually mute.

 

The absence of God and the presence of love are the two poles of this created world; a world perceived in a trance or delirium, and in which the problem of God gives an inexpressibly painful kind of meaning to the immediate, agonised problem of finding a complete knowledge of another human being. Both Paris and the mid-American heartland look like something from another planet, something witnessed, in delirious detail, under the influence of a powerful drug. There is a rich excess in this movie, and the sensual profusion is not completely absorbed into its texture. Yet only a film-maker as intelligent and idealistic as Malick could have created this kind of surplus value.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days

 

"O seu talento era tão natural como os desenhos criados pelo pólen nas asas de uma borboleta. A princípio, ele tinha tão pouca consciência desse facto como a própria borboleta. Também não possuía noção alguma de quando esse mesmo talento se encontrava em forma ou inferiorizado. Mais tarde, começou a ter consciência das suas asas feridas e da estrutura das mesmas. Aprendeu então a pensar, mas já não conseguia voar porque o amor do voo se fora e, então só se lembrava do tempo em que essa capacidade de voar de nada lhe servira."

 

 

                                   E. Hemingway

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is it the look in your eyes

 

Who cares, baby ? 

 

 I think I wanna marry you.

Can you feel me

 

when I think about you ?

Have heart, my dear

 

Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you, dear.

Lost in translation

 

April 25, 2013. Two victims amid the rubble of a garment factory building collapse in Savar, near Dhaka, Bangladesh.

 

Many powerful photographs have been made in the aftermath of the devastating collapse of a garment factory on the outskirts of Dhaka, Bangladesh. But one photo, by Bangladeshi photographer Taslima Akhter, has emerged as the most heart wrenching, capturing an entire country’s grief in a single image.

Shahidul Alam, Bangladeshi photographer, writer and founder of Pathshala, the South Asian Institute of Photography, said of the photo: “This image, while deeply disturbing, is also hauntingly beautiful. An embrace in death, its tenderness rises above the rubble to touch us where we are most vulnerable. By making it personal, it refuses to let go. This is a photograph that will torment us in our dreams. Quietly it tells us. Never again.”

Akhter writes for LightBox about the photograph, which appears in this week’s TIME International alongside an essay by David Von Drehle.

I have been asked many questions about the photograph of the couple embracing in the aftermath of the collapse. I have tried desperately, but have yet to find any clues about them. I don’t know who they are or what their relationship is with each other.

I spent the entire day the building collapsed on the scene, watching as injured garment workers were being rescued from the rubble. I remember the frightened eyes of relatives — I was exhausted both mentally and physically. Around 2 a.m., I found a couple embracing each other in the rubble. The lower parts of their bodies were buried under the concrete. The blood from the eyes of the man ran like a tear. When I saw the couple, I couldn’t believe it. I felt like I knew them — they felt very close to me. I looked at who they were in their last moments as they stood together and tried to save each other — to save their beloved lives.

Every time I look back to this photo, I feel uncomfortable — it haunts me. It’s as if they are saying to me, we are not a number — not only cheap labor and cheap lives. We are human beings like you. Our life is precious like yours, and our dreams are precious too.

They are witnesses in this cruel history of workers being killed. The death toll is now more than 750. What a harsh situation we are in, where human beings are treated only as numbers.

This photo is haunting me all the time. If the people responsible don’t receive the highest level of punishment, we will see this type of tragedy again. There will be no relief from these horrific feelings. I’ve felt a tremendous pressure and pain over the past two weeks surrounded by dead bodies. As a witness to this cruelty, I feel the urge to share this pain with everyone. That’s why I want this photo to be seen.


P.S- Taslima Akhter is a Bangladeshi photographer and activist.

If a gave a thought to fascination

What the hell am I doing here?

More of you

 

I need more of you,
do you not need more of me?
Is just this enough?

On days like this

 

Our love is easy

 

If you ask me plainly, I would gladly say
I'd like to have you round just for them rainy days
I like the touch of your hand
The way you make no demands.

I love you, Mom

 

Always and forever.

Girl

 

Rapariga
Tu própria, que podes ter a noção e ao mesmo tempo
o atrevimento de simplesmente expor
de vez em quando uma opinião
ou um seio: quando começa isso,

e no fundo quando acaba? As mulheres
são feitas de raparigas, aos quarenta
ainda deitam a língua de fora como aos quinze,
ficam cada vez mais jovens,

não sabem não seduzir. Como a poesia:
um gato que prudentemente caminha sobre as teclas
de um piano e olha para trás:
ouviste? viste-me?

Ah, o ar jovem das raparigas de quarenta,
como umas vezes querem, e outras não,
mas afinal sempre, se repararmos bem.
Onde estão os bons velhos tempos? Estão aqui, esses tempos.

 

                                                                 Herman de Coninck

Only the lonely

 

 

Know this feeling ain’t right.

 

Lonestar where are you out tonight?

 

 

It's dark and I think that I would
Give anything
For you to shine down on me.

Sheets

Bed sheet, a piece of cloth used to cover a mattress.

 

 

P.S- So it's May 2nd. Like.

Just say I love him

 

Just say that I need him as roses need the rain
And tell him that without him my dreams are all in vain
Just say I love him loved him from the start
And tell him that I'm yearning to say what's in my heart.

 

Cheers !

 

 

About a kiss

 

O teu beijo o que é ? Um lamber de chama...
Victor Hugo

Time immemorial

 

Todos nós corremos com desvantagens secretas.

Pursewarden

You

 

TU

enlouqueces-me maravilhas-me atrapalhas-me apaixonas-me cegas-me confundes-me. Tu inspiras-me.
Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu .....

... Quero tanto de ti e tão próximo que anseio que fosses o ar, o chão, as paredes, tudo.

Que tudo o que tocasse fossem os teus braços.
Que tudo o que sentisse fossem os teus lábios.

Como quando fecho os olhos e tudo o que não vejo és tu.
Como quando não durmo e tudo o que sonho és tu.

Contigo não consigo respirar. Sem ti não consigo viver.

Quero estar tão dentro de ti que nem a luz do dia exista para mim.
Quero abraçar-te tanto que todo o mundo colapse e desapareça num pequeno ponto entre os meus braços.

Toca-me com as tuas mãos.
Faz-me desaparecer com a tua pele.
Sufoca-me na tua língua.
Arrasta-me pelo ar com o teu perfume.
Mata-me de vez.

Tu
se fosses chuva, do céu só cairiam pérolas ...
E até o chão gritaria de prazer.

Maria Teresa Horta

I love swearing

 

 

 

só deixo meu coração na mão de quem pode
fazer da minha alma suporte para uma vida insinuante
quero dizer, eu tou para tudo nesse mundo, então, só vou deixar meu coração, a alma do meu corpo, na mão de quem pode e absorve, na vagabunda intenção de se jogar na dança absoluta da matança do que é tédio, conformismo, aceitação..

porque eu não quero teu ciúme, que é o cúmulo de dúvida, incerteza de si mesmo,
jogado como lama anti-erótica na cara do desejo mais intenso de ficar com a pessoa.
eu não tou à toa, eu sou muito boa para a vida, eu sou a vida oferecida como dança. e eu não quero "te dar gelo", diabos que o carregue, vê se aprende, se desprende. vem pra mim que sou a esfinge do amor, te sussurrando: decifra-me, decifra-me..
só deixo minha alma, só deixo o coração, na mão de quem ama solto!