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Et Dieu ...créa la femme

 

and God created this woman 80 years ago!

Lost Stars

 

 

 

Please, don't see
Just a boy caught up in dreams
And fantasies

Please, see me
Reaching out for someone
I can't see

Take my hand
Let's see where we wake up tomorrow
Best laid plans
Sometimes are just a one night stand

I'll be damned
Cupid's demanding back it's arrow
So let's get drunk on our tears

And God, tell us the reason
Youth is wasted on the young
It's hunting season
And the lambs are on the run

Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars
Trying to light up the dark

Who are we?
Just a speck of dust
Within the galaxy?

Woe, is me
If we're not careful
Turns into reality

But don't you dare
Let our best memories bring you sorrow
Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer
Turn the page
Maybe we'll find a brand new ending
Where we're dancing in our tears

And God, tell us the reason
Youth is wasted on the young
It's hunting season
And the lambs are on the run

We're searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars
Trying to light up the dark

I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name
I thought I heard you out there crying
But just the same

And God, give us the reason
Youth is wasted on the young
It's hunting season
And this lamb is on the run

Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars
Trying to light up the dark

I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name
I thought I heard you out there crying

But are we all lost stars
Trying to light up the dark

But are we all lost stars
Trying to light up the dark

Cine Me

 

 

Begin Again

 

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1980929/

 

 

http://beginagainfilm.com/

 

 

 

Music! What wonderful music they used in this film, from the soundtrack to the original performances. The way they bring the performances and the creative process to life - the pain, the joy, the failures and triumphs - is just thrilling.

 

Music is the driver of this utterly charming film about songs, lost stars and being alone in New York City.

 

A hugely satisfying ode to entrepreneurial creativity, and a glorious love letter to New York City and the art it inspires. I love this movie so much.

If I tell you I love you

 

 

Sex is always about emotions. Good sex is about free emotions; bad sex is about blocked emotions.

[Deepak Chopra]

Impossible love

 

 

 

This is an impossible love
The kind you only hear of in cinematic dreams
This is an impossible love
With syndromatic schemes
It's never just as lovely as it seems

Yes this is an impossible love
The flame in lust is an exhaustible love
And flames combust
We flames would be hand in glove
And why should two loves not agree, no

This is an impossible love
Though both of your arms would offer a tender caress
It's such an exhaustible love
Fuelling my heart with only illusion at best

Waiting

 

 

 

“I’ve learned that waiting is the most difficult bit, and I want to get used to the feeling, knowing that you’re with me, even when you’re not by my side.” 

  Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes
 

Never forget

 

 

Cine Me

 

 

Magic in the Moonlight

 

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2870756/

 

 

http://www.sonyclassics.com/magicinthemoonlight/

 

 

Let others decide if film is an art. For Woody Allen, filmmaking is a reflex. Since 1969's Take the Money and Run, he has written and directed a movie damn near every year, screw fickle critics, public scandal and the Hollywood rule of dumb. At 78, Allen shows no sign of slowing down. Not every Allen film reaches the heights that extend from Annie Hall, Manhattan and Hannah and Her Sisters to Crimes and Misdemeanors, Midnight in Paris and Blue Jasmine. But each bears the unique stamp of a virtuoso who sees the world, sweet and lowdown, like no one else.

 

The actors, including Eileen Atkins, whose wit is martinidry as Stanley's Aunt Vanessa, are a pleasure to be around. But the film depends on discerning a spark between Sophie and the older Stanley. Luckily, Firth and Stone make a magnetic pair of opposites. Stone, free from all the Spider-Man nonsense, lights up the screen. And Firth is wonderfully appealing when he finally lets loose with the feelings Stanley has locked inside. Taking shelter from a storm in an abandoned observatory, Sophie and Stanley regard the stars, seductive to her, menacing to him. That's Allen for you, searching for a refuge from the dull reality of life that can't be deconstructed as a trick. Is love the answer? Or is love too volatile to trust? Melancholy and doubt may seem like gloomy qualities to blend into an amorous romp. But that shot of gravity is what makes Magic in the Moonlight memorable and distinctively Woody Allen.



As the images unwind

 

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel

Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Rolling silently in space

Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone

Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Rolling silently in space

Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?

Lovers walk along the shore
Leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway
In the fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel

As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Pictures hanging in a hallway
In the fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel

As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind