And so all else above

 

I'm waiting for the man I love.

 

 

Fierce

 

Writing is a struggle against silence.

Carlos Fuentes

Blue Moon

 

"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own."

Red

 

Red is a sunset

 

Blazing and bright.
Red is feeling brave
With all your might.
Red is a sunburn
A spot on your nose.
Sometimes red, is a red red rose.
Red squiggles out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick
And the sounds of a band.
Red is hotness
You get inside
When you’re embarrassed
And want to hide.
Fire-cracker, fire-engine
Fire-flicker red –
And when you’re angry
Red runs through your head.

Red is an Indian
A Valentine heart,
The trimmings on
A circus cart.
Red is a lipstick
Red is a shout
Red is a signal
That says, “Watch out!”
Red is a great big
Rubber ball.
Red is the giant-est
Colour of all.
Red is a show-off,
No doubt about it –
But can you imagine
Living without it?

 

 



P.S- What is Red ? Red is You & I

Today's mood

 

...

Metáfora de cornos e pés-de-cabra.
Um livro. Esse buscar
coisa nenhuma.
Ou só espaço
o grande interminável espaço em branco
por onde corre o sangue a escrita a vida.
Um livro.

Manuel Alegre

Cine Me

 

 

The Eye of the Storm

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1600207/

 

An intelligent, visually sumptuous drama that embraces the grandeur of the Australian literary classic upon which it's based.

 

Fred Schepisi here is classical and restrained, doing White's novel some honour in cinematic terms.

This is a splendid looking work - but somehow the brilliant parts, even the storm itself, along with a parade of beautiful Victorian interiors, are more memorable than the whole, for who could love, or even identify with these monsters of ego and old money.

 

In the end it's a febrile, melancholy artwork, like a late romantic poem or oil landscape: lovely surfaces but no hidden depths.

You see

 

I've got nothing to give you, you see / except everything, everything, everything.