Best deal today

 

399,00 EUR-149,00 EUR

Full moon and empty arms

 

 

 

Full moon and empty arms

The moon is there for us to share

But where are you?
A night like this could weave a memory

And every kiss could start a dream for two
Full moon and empty arms

Tonight,

 I'll use the magic moon

To wish upon
And next full moonIf my one wish comes true

My empty arms will be filled with you
Full moon and empty arms

Tonight,

 I'll use the magic moon

To wish upon
And next full moonIf my one wish comes true

My empty arms will be filled with you.

 

 

P.S- Fantasies were indulged-and really,why shoudn't they be?

Hello it's me

 

My heart says one thing. My head says another. Very hard to get your heart and head together in life.

All the world is birthday cake so take a piece,but not too much

 

      And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

 

Abraham Lincoln

Happy, Happy Christmas

 

Warm embraces, words of fondness, and delectable delights.

 

 

Merry Kissmas

 

Whatever will be, will be.

A few quiet moments before it all begans

 

Take it easy. Relax and be Merry.

Cine Me

Cloud Atlas

 

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1371111/

 

 “Cloud Atlas” is a movie about migratory souls and wayward civilizations, loaded with soaring themes and flights of feeling, as vaporous and comprehensive as its title. Big ideas, or at least earnest intellectual conceits, crowd the screen along with suave digital effects and gaudy costumes. Free will battles determinism. Solidarity faces off against domination. Belief in a benevolent cosmic order contends with fidelity to the cruel Darwinian maxim that “the weak are meat the strong do eat.”

 

 

It is a movie that is a product of our age of internet-driven universal knowledge and vision, and the freedom we have to travel the world and jump between ages, genres, images and identities at our will. It reminds us that we are human and that we can still hear our heart beat, if we listen.

 

But the New York Times' A.O. Scott finds "Cloud Atlas" to be "an unruly grab bag of styles, effects and emotions held together, just barely, by a combination of outlandish daring and humble sincerity." Still, he muses," "maybe the achievement of 'Cloud Atlas' should be quantified rather than judged in more conventional, qualitative ways. This is by no means the best movie of the year, but it may be the most movie you can get for the price of a single ticket."

When you put it that way, six stories, 500 years and 172 minutes in one movie isn't just ambitious — it's also a bargain.

So this is christmas

 

And what have you done.

 

P.S- And so happy christmas.

If I Tell You I Love You

“Confession”

 

waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
stiff
white
body

shake it once, then
maybe
again:

‘Hank!’

Hank won’t
answer.

it’s not my death that
worries me, it’s my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.

I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her

even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:

I love
you.

Charles Bukowski/The Last Night of the Earth Poems

Winter solstice

 

 

That means the nights are getting shorter, the days longer, and that half of winter is behind us.

 

Cine Me

 

Life of Pi

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0454876/

 

Pi Patel can tell a story that makes you believe in God, but Ang Lee has gone one better: he has made a film that restores your faith in cinema.

 

Ang Lee's "Life of Pi" asks that we take a leap of faith along with a boy named Pi Patel and a Bengal tiger named Richard Parker as an angry ocean and the ironies of fate set them adrift. Their struggle for survival is as elegant as it is epic with the director creating a grand adventure so cinematically bold, and a spiritual voyage so quietly profound, that if not for the risk to the castaways, you might wish their passage from India would never end. There are always moral crosscurrents in Lee's most provocative work, but so magical and mystical is this parable, it's as if the filmmaker has found the philosopher's stone.

 

Life of Pi is a cinematic tall-tale parable of the best kind, and stands alongside other acclaimed films in the genre, such as Forrest Gump and Big Fish. However, unlike those more whimsical tales, there is something deeper and more serious at work in Pi - but director Ang Lee (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Brokeback Mountain) manages to balance the serious elements with the fantastical ones, while making it all look truly spectacular (on a whole other level) thanks to his work in the 3D format. If you’re wondering: this movie is definitely worth the upgraded ticket price.

 

"Life of Pi" is one of the year's most beautiful, original and adventurous pictures.

Lorazepan

 

that's what she tells you and believe thou angel.

Misty blue

 

 

 

Oh, it's been such a long, long time
Looks like I'd get you off my mind
Oh, but I can't
Just the thought of you
Turns my whole world misty blue

Oh honey, just the mention of your name
Turns the flicker to a flame
Listen to me good, baby
I think of the things we used to do
And my whole world turns misty blue

Ooooh baby, I should forget you
Heaven knows I tried
Baby, when I say that I'm glad we're through
Deep in my heart I know I've lied
I've lied, I've lied

Ooooh honey, it's been such a long, long time
Looks like I'd get you off my mind
But I can't
Just the thought of you, my love
My whole world turns misty blue

Ooooh, Oh, I can't, Oh , I can't
Oh, I can't forget you
My whole world turns misty blue
Ooooh, Oh, my love
My whole world turns misty blue
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, I can't forget you
My whole world turns misty blue

Where you're not below me anymore

Wish list

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need, and I
Don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you, youuuuu, ooh ooh
baby, oh oh

I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow, and I
I just want to keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe

I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay up late
To hear those magic reindeer click

'Cuz I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Oh, Baby all I want for Christmas is you, youuuu, ooh
baby

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children'
Laughter fills the air

And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me
The one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me quickly, yeah

Ohh ohh, I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door

Ohh ohh, I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Oh, Baby all I want for Christmas is you, you ooh,
baby

                               All I want for Christmas is you, ooh baby

P.S- Killing me softly.



Come on, baby

 

Come on, baby, give me a kiss
Stop writing everything down.

And that's how you became

 

My only man of the hour.

 

 

P.S- I couldn’t learn your face by heart

       it turned and we were gone

       but our eyes had met head on

       engraved on the prism face and in the memory

       first incubation in neverland

       sudden destiny.

        ...

        

What's going on, love ?

 

Don't punish me with brutality

Come on talk to me

So you can see

What's going on

What's going on

Tell me what's going on

I'll tell you ya, what's going on
Right on, baby

Right on, baby

Right on, baby

Cine Me

 

Amour

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1602620/

 

 

Amour is a film about the disappearance of a human being; of what one man does in the face of losing the woman he has loved his whole life, every day, little by little. It is a psychological drama, tinged with philosophy and moments of exquisite, heartbreaking poetry. But it is also a luminous love story – one that is genuine and recognisable, between two characters that we fully believe in and sympathise with. Georges and Anne have spent many long, happy years together, and now, slowly and sadly, their happiness is coming to an end.

 

The icy message may be that love is not a consolation as we face death. Rather the reverse. Love will give your death meaning, but make it no less unbearable.

 

A painful chamber drama about the aftermath of a stroke for an octogenarian couple, Michael Haneke's second Palme d'Or winner still has his trademark chill.

Of a tired and torrid heart

So this is Chritsmas

 

Desejei-te ontem, de mais, e hoje também. Todos os dias são o mesmo dia quando te desejo assim. Só penso em ti. És inigualável. De olhos fechados consigo encontrar-te noutros corpos, mas só o teu amo de olhos abertos.

Quando te escrevo tu não foges das minhas páginas. Quando te escrevo tu ressuscitas a minha alma. Acompanho o teu sorriso de longe e de perto, meu príncipe das trevas, lindo. Guardo comigo o teu olhar e sei que te recordas do meu corpo a tentar convencer-te que o meu amor é inteiro, embora nunca o seja bastante. É bom desconfiar do amor porque ele às vezes é traiçoeiro, metamorfoseia-se em reles sentimentos, eras tu que mo dizias.

Eu não concordo.


Pedro Paixão in Príncipe, Asfixia
 

Wet and hungry

 We are born naked, wet and hungry. Then things get worse. 

But skin burns, invulnerable to time

 

Não há memória mais terrível do que a da pele.
A cabeça pensa que esquece,
o coração sente que passou,

mas a pele arde, invulnerável ao tempo.


Inês Pedrosa

Cine Me

 

Trouble with the curve

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2083383/

 

 

Eastwood, 82, doesn't hide the fact that he's basically recycling his gruff character from 2008's Gran Torino, the gun-toting Detroit widower who warned interlopers to "get off my lawn." But there's a crucial difference. As actor and director, Eastwood gave Torino a no-bull, hard-ass tenacity that wasn't afraid of dark corners or unruly emotions. Lorenz shows an aversion to making waves. He makes Trouble With the Curve a tidier piece of mainstream business. Still, there's no denying the connection Eastwood makes with Adams. They have an irresistible talent for the game.

 

It is always a pleasure to see this man on the screen.

 

I fall in love too easily

 

 

I fall in love too easily
I fall in love too fast
I fall in love too terribly hard
For love to ever last
My heart should be well-schooled
'Cause I been fooled in the past
But still I fall in love too easily
I fall in love too fast

But mostly

 

I’m afraid of
a lot of things,
but mostly,
most sincerely,
I am afraid of
being completely
unraveled by you,
and you finding nothing
you want in here.

Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved

 

I am insufficient at expressing myself with my words. I want to thank you for loving me anyway. Happy anniversary.

Love actually

 

"I am made of more;
more than tears, more than heartache,
more than all of this."

Bonjour mon coeur, bonjour ma douce vie

 

 

Good morning, love

 

I love you so fuching much.

Have a winter romance

 

more like a human wave tank, rising and falling according to the contradictions of her temperament.

 

 

 

 

Cine me

 

Anna Karenina

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1781769/

 

Mr. Wright’s “Anna Karenina” is different. It is risky and ambitious enough to count as an act of artistic hubris, and confident enough to triumph on its own slightly — wonderfully — crazy terms.

Pious Tolstoyans may knit their brows about the stylistic liberties Mr. Wright and the screenwriter, Tom Stoppard, have taken, but surely Tolstoy can withstand (and may indeed benefit from) their playful, passionate rendering of his masterpiece.

 

The challenge of “Anna Karenina” is that Tolstoy’s loose and baggy monster of a novel is more than large, bigger than great: it is comprehensive. As it glides among its many characters, reading their thoughts and dissecting their desires, the book becomes a vivid panorama of an entire society, you might even say a whole species. “Anna Karenina” does not take place, as movie-trailer voice-overs might say, “in a world” of such and such exotic customs. The book lives in the world, in the busy, contingent present tense of mid-19th-century Imperial Russia, which contained everything Tolstoy knew. To try to reproduce that world according to the canons of 21st-century movie realism would be to diminish and falsify his narrative, which ascends through cultural and social detail into a realm of universal emotion.

 

Mr. Wright’s brilliant gamble is to arrive at this level of emotional authenticity by way of self-conscious artifice. The cities of Moscow and St. Petersburg are rendered as elaborate stage sets. (Sarah Greenwood is the production designer.) Characters make their way around props, past painted backdrops and through catwalks, ropes and backstage rigging. You get the sense that in these bureaucratic offices, ministerial meetings and aristocratic households, everyday life is a form of theater. To play your part in this intricately hierarchical society you must speak your lines, hit your marks, know your place and beware of improvisation.

But the film itself is the very opposite of stagy. The camera hurtles through the scenery as if in hungry pursuit; the lush colors of the upholstery and the costumes pulsate with feeling; the music (by Dario Marianelli) howls and sighs and the performances are fresh, energetic and alive. Compressing the important events of Tolstoy’s thousand pages into an impressively swift two hours and change, Mr. Wright turns a sweeping epic into a frantic and sublime opera.

 

Wright's movie is a dazzling affair, a highly stylised treatment of a realistic novel, superbly designed by Sarah Greenwood and edited by Melanie Ann Oliver, with rich photography by Seamus McGarvey, sumptuous costumes by Jacqueline Durran and a highly romantic Tchaikovskian score by Dario Marianelli, all previous Wright collaborators. The theatre stage with its oil lamp footlights is sometimes a real stage with 19th-century flats and sometimes a venue for actual events such as the provincial racecourse where Count Vronsky has his terrible fall. The pit of the auditorium becomes a Moscow ballroom where Anna seduces Vronsky away from Kitty on the dancefloor, an opera house and the St Petersburg council chamber where Karenin conducts his business.

 

Yet it has to be said that the film is only occasionally touching and rarely truly moving. The death of the wheel-tapper, accidentally trapped under a train, is infinitely more affecting and memorable than Anna's suicide that it is carefully set up to foreshadow. This has something to do with the stylised presentation. Our constant admiration for Wright's virtuosity, initially attractive and exciting, ends up as a major distraction. This kind of extreme theatricality is not necessarily unsuited to cinema, but it should not become a barrier to emotional involvement.

 

Infidelity, Grandly Staged. 

 

You're

just another story I can’t tell anymore.

I hope

 

 

You reached out to me, and I didn’t see your text until quite some time later. Although I responded as soon as I saw it, I’m sorry I didn’t respond sooner. I hope you know I love you and am continually amazed by you. I hope you know how much you mean to me. I hope you know how your strength has inspired me. I hope you are safe.

 

I wrote this for you

Blue is the color of love

 

 

Blue is the color of love
When your lover has gone from you
Your heart is filled with longing to have new
What came once from others

When you open your heart for two
But now it's true and you realize
What illusion can do
If you close your eyes
But the dreaming is over now

So blue is the color of you
When you're waiting for someone who
Will always make your dreams come true

But now it's true and you realize
What illusion can do
If you close your eyes
But the dreaming is over now

So blue is the color of you
When you're waiting for someone who
Will always make your dreams come true

So malicious and so full of guile

 

 

Heart of mine,

Be still

You can play with fire,

But you'll get the bill

Don't let him know

Don't let him know that you love him

Oh, don't be a fool, don't be blind

Heart of mine

Heart of mine,

Go back home

You've got no reason to wander

No reason to roam

Don't let him see

Don't let him see that you need him

Oh, don't push yourself over the line

Heart of mine

Heart of mine,

Go back where you been

The only trouble with you

Is if you let him in

Don't let him hear

Don't let him hear where you're goin'

Oh, I'm tired of ties that bind

Heart of mine

Heart of mine,

So malicious and so full of guile

I give you an inch

And you take a mile

Don't let yourself fall

Don't let yourself stumble

Oh, do the time, don't do the crime

Heart of mine

Heart of mine…

Oh, oh, oh…

 

 

P.S- Practically every moment of the day you are in my thoughts. I miss you.

 

 



That’s what I think

That something that’s irreversible

 

You can recover, but in some cases the brain damage is permanent.

P.S- “Stroke is still a disease that is much more common in older people, but I hope this is a wake-up call that this is a problem that is getting worse in younger people and prompt them to go to the doctor to identify risk factors for stroke and modify them”

 

 

 

 

December

 

Kiss me under the mistletoe.

I can explain why I cause you pain

 

Im a dirty need in the rain
Turning the time
Tears have gone by
Without a warning or a sign
Whatever wanted was for you too

 

 

 

P.S- But you are the only one that I ever wanted to .

The answer is blowing in the wind

While you lift up my shirt after asking politely

 

And my blood won't stick
To the confines of my veins.
And your heart
Is gonna tear mine away.

 

 

P.S- And I guess it doesn't matter what I am or pretend to be.



 

Water

 

 

água. Profundamente: a água estancada no ar.
Uma estrela materna.

E estou aqui devorado pelo meu soluço,
leve da minha cara.
O copo feito de estrela. A água com tanta força
no copo. Tenho as unhas negras.
Agarro nesse copo, bebo por essa estrela.
Sou inocente, vago, fremente, potente,
tumefacto.
A iluminação que a água parada faz em mim
das mãos à boca.
Entro nos sítios amplos.
— O poder de reluzir em mim um alimento
ignoto; a cara
se a roça a mão sombria, acima
da camisa inchada pelo sangue,
abaixo do cabelo enxuto à lua. Engoli
água. A mãe e a criança demoníaca
estavam sentadas na pedra vermelha.
Engoli
água profunda.

 

 

HERBERTO HELDER

 

Ponytail

 I believe that tomorrow is another day, and... I believe in miracles.

Uncertainty

 

If I now dream about your hands, your hair,
It is the vividness of that dead end
I miss. Like chess. Mind against mind.

Louise Glück, em Dead End

Love is touching souls

 

 

 

Surely you touched mine cause

part of you pours out of me

In these lines from time to time

 

 

There is nothing more erotic

 

Than a good conversation.

 

 

P.S- Yes, really !

 

 

Oh Peter...

 

Oh no, not me
I never lost control

I know you're right behind me

 

Push my back so i make sure

You're right behind me as before

Yesterday the night before tomorrow.



Some dance to remember

 

some dance to forget.

 

 

P.S- What are you up to ?