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barkatu baina

28 julio 2009

¿te has comido alguna vez un murciélago?

he cazado un vampiro...

There are no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?” And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy son of way, “Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?” and sometimes “Do bats eat cats?” for, you see, as she couldn’t answer either question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and was saying to her, very earnestly, “Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?” when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.

Lewis carroll – Alice in wonderland – Tim Burton

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Into the wild – Eddie Vedder

22 junio 2009

Descarga gratis y con un click la BSO:
http://www.mediafire.com/?uznownjmy4d

Sobre la banda sonora:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Into_the_Wild_(soundtrack)

La canción del trailer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIrJFzRrDrU

La peli en castellano:
http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=A72ADA146532BC2B

On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that’s me
So I can breathe

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they’ll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes

Don’t come closer or I’ll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you

Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I’m never what they thought
I’ve got my indignation, but I’m pure in all my thoughts
I’m alive

Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they’re singing with the dead
Overhead

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed

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¡Milagro! El Sol

23 abril 2009

Cosas normales en Italia (25): lo imposible

Cosas normales en Italia (25 bis): lo imposible

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Once I do this, then it’ll be great

13 abril 2009

Re-abrí el sobre postal express y saqué el DVD que, aparte de las fotos prometidas de aquel viaje, contenía extras: películas. Y una carta con un garabato, ñiiiii!.

Entre las recomendaciones de L se encuentra la peli irlandesa ONCE. Mientras descargaba lo necesario para poder leer los subtítulos (but I don´t need it), he buscado información sobre el director, los protagonistas, las canciones; lo justo para contextualizar. La cinta tiene dos años y “falling slowly” ganó en el 2007 un oscar a la mejor canción original.

La escena de la que se encuentran mayores críticas es: la tienda de instrumentos.
Sin embargo la que voy a recordar -toma aire- será la de la chica saliendo de noche en zapatillas y bata a comprar unas pilas. Natural, dulce, sencilla.

El chico le ha prestado un discman y le pide que continúe la letra de una canción que tiene a medias. Él toca la guitarra, ella el piano.
Los dos apasionados por la música.
Ella está en la habitación casi a oscuras, escribiendo encima de la cama mientras escucha la canción, pero “fucking battery”.
Sale tal cual a la tienda y se pasa el camino cantando.
Y yo me pasé toda la peli esperando que la chica (Markéta Irglová) se la cantara al chico (Glen Hansard).

Are you really here or am I dreaming
I can’t tell dreams from truth
For it’s been so long since I have seen you
I can hardly remember your face anymore
When I get really lonely and the distance calls its only silence
I think of you smiling with pride in your eyes a lover that sighs

If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me

Are you really sure that you believe me
When others say I lie
I wonder if you could ever despise me
You know I really try
To be a better one to satisfy you for you’re everything to me
And I do what you ask me
If you let me be free

If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me

Qué fatal era escuchar el discman con poca pila…

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