You tell it's too soon.
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
17:00
Assisti City Of Angles hoje.Disse pra mãe que queria ver, e achei no computador, perdido entre as minhas música. Audio original, sem legendas, qualidade perfeita.
Nunca tinha assistido o filme todo. É lindo, sem dúvidas. A trilha é ótima, o Cage tá no auge e a Meg Ryan tá linda, independente, não fica atrás.
Meg Ryan or not, a foto é perfeita!
Maggie: It tastes like... A pear. You don't knnow what a pear tastes like?
Seth: I don't knnow what a pear tastes like to you.
Maggie: Are you married?
Seth: No.
Maggie: Are you homeless
Seth: (sweet smile) No.
Maggie: Are you a drummer?
*both smiling wide*
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Depois eu assisti Paris, eu te amo. Oh, man.
São 18 curtas, pelo o que eu anotei, explorando Paris, como se Paris não fosse nada. Só o background. And it kinda is. Mas enfim, tem tantos bons, que nem me importam os ruins. E fora que tem Natalie Portman, Rufus Sewell (rei Marcos), Juliette Binoche and more, que eu não lembro agora. Incrível mesmo. Aprendi uma lullaby espanhola com um diretor brasileiro, vi o cemitério onde o Oscar Wilde tá enterrado, assisti aos casais mais perfeitos e díspares se conhecendo e se separando, senti meus ouvidos sangrarem com um falante nativo do inglês arranhando no francês. Mas valeu total a minha tarde, e nem vou excluir ele daqui. Demais, demais.
Zarka: You and your friends don't know shit about women. Why talk to them like that? When you can see they don't like it? If I want to look beautiful, I do it for me. When I wear this I feel part of a faith, an identity. I feel good. That's what beauty is. Tell that to your friends. Then maybe one day, they might even get laid.
Some of the best ones.
[non sequitur]
You tell it's too soon. You think it's too soon. But you just can't understand when I tell you I'm not ready.
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Here is where I'm free. Free to write, free to think. I'm all by myself, all to myself. Only me. I can shout my fucks and cry my Oh Gods. Look to my madness or say "who are you?" Today, I fell connected. Tomorrow, maybe not. Maybe I'm too worried with other things, someone is here with me. Maybe inspiration didn't hit me. My most important thoughts (to me) come to me when I'm far away from notepads and notebooks, but close to myself. That's what this is made of.
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We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look
back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at
least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important,
and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your
happiness.
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