Europa (intro) by Max Von Sidow

You will now listen to my voice.
My voice will help you and guide
you still deeper into Europa.

Every time you hear my voice,
with every word and every number,
you will enter a still deeper layer,
open, relaxed and receptive.

I shall now count from one to ten.
On the count of ten,
you will be in Europa.

I say one.

And as you focus your attention
entirely on my voice,
you will slowly begin to relax.

Two.

Your hands and your fingers are
getting warmer and heavier.

Three.

The warmth is spreading through
your arms, to your shoulders
and your neck.

Four.

Your feet and your legs get heavier.

Five.

The warmth is spreading
to the whole of your body.

On six I want you to go deeper.

I say six.

And the whole of your relaxed
body is slowly beginning to sink.

Seven.

You go deeper and deeper and
deeper.

Eight.

On every breath you take you go
deeper.

Nine.

You are floating.

On the mental count of ten you
will be in Europa.

Be there at ten.

I say ten.

aos leitores: um prólogo muito bacana, assistam a esse filme!

Sound of your voice - Barenaked ladies (with video!)

Uma musiquinha lesgal com um clipe divertido de uma dupla de dois humoristas americanos da geração internética, BaratsAndBereta:



The moon is full but there is an incompleteness
The days are beautiful but I feel a bitter sweetness
If I had a wish, or even a choice
I'd wake up to the sound of your voice
How I miss waking up to the sound of your voice

I let you down and fell right off of your good list
I hope each day you'll find peace and forgiveness
The alarm clock rings, What a lonely noise
And I long for the sound of your voice
Oh, how I miss waking up to the sound of your voice

Take it from me: there's not much to see
In this void

The saying goes there will be other dances (don't give up)
This little song is about second chances
Just say the word and I will rejoice
And wake up to the sound of your voice
Oh, how I miss waking up to the sound
To the sound (sound)
To the sound (to the sound)
To the sound
Waking up to the sound of your voice

Take it from me: there's not much to see
In this void

o doce amanhã

Após uma agoniante espera de vários meses, esse blog finalmente apresenta a sua raison d'etre. Sim, srtas e srs que lêem (por acaso, por coação do autor ou por curiosidade felina própria) essas linhas, é chegado o momento!

A PRIMEIRA RESENHA

O nome do filme é O Doce Amanhã e fala sobre uma das maiores tragédias humanas: a infância perdida.

Adaptado pelo diretor Atom Egoyan (armênio radicado no Canadá), The Sweet Hereafter é um romance que trata da vida de uma comunidade do Alaska onde um trágico acidente vitima dezenas de criancinhas inocentes.

Acho bom colocar esses finalmentes de forma explícita pois não se trata do tipo de filme que traz uma sensação de conforto (that warm and fuzzy feeling) pelo final feliz de um romance entre dois um homem e uma mulher urbanos, realizados profissionalmente e tudo mais. Definitivamente não é se trata de uma fábula de espuma.

Pois como poderia apresentar um mote tão pleno de desgraça sem suscitar emoções desconfortáveis como ira, decepção, luto e sofrimento?

"You're my speaking squad English. We're proud to have, to fight with us at our side."

O que falar de Terra e Liberdade?

"¡La comida es fucking... muy bueno!"

Googleio o título original e muito pouco acho sobre esse clássico de 1995. Land and Freedom, Tierra y Libertad... Tanto faz!

O filme fora caprichosamente lançado ao final da era pré-Internet. A tal rede que se se propõe universal parece ter deixado algumas lacunas a preencher.

(a concluir)

Pra início de conversa...

Bom, pra começar este blog, acho que vale a pena dizer que meu incentivo foi o filme "Poucas e boas" (Sweet and lowdown).

Nesse instante em que começo a escrever já temos uma voraz produtora de letras (Uma Thurman) tentando alavancar a carreira de de Emmet Ray através de sua paixão por personagens intensos. Emmet Ray à época era casado com a tal repórter, cujo nome era Blanche.

Quanto mais se conhecia a respeito da dita moça, mais obscuro se tornava o nosso causo. Talvez Emmet nunca quisesse um caso sério, ou então fora apenas um grande malandro que enganara Hattie de maneira covarde:

“Emmet Ray

I used to have a stable of girls in this town…

Blanche

No!

Emmet Ray

I made some money… but whores are (um…) unpredictable. They’re… They’re nuts!

Blanche

Really?

Emmet Ray

Yeah… But money is money…

Blanche

I – I mean, you pimped? You procured?

I can’t stand it! It’s just too perfect!

Emmet Ray

Eh! I don’t like that word…

Blanche

Which?

Emmet Ray

Pimp.

Ah-I was a manager… What’s so perfect?

Blanche

Well, the whole seemy underworld. I mean: The girls I came out with were whores too, only we called them debutantes.

Emmet Ray

Eh, I lived in a whore house once. When I was eighteen, for six months. I didn’t have a job nor money.

The ma’am put me up. She was a friend of my mother’s.

Blanche

I’m sure you learned a lot there!

Emmet Ray

I don’t know. It’s like being a cook:

[When] you’re in the kitchen all day, you don’t want to look at the food.

Blanche

OH!...

I’d love to be a whore for a year. Just a year.

Emmet Ray

Well… if you ever want a manager, well?

Emmet Ray

Oh, look at that beauty!...

Blanche

What is this fascination with trains?

Emmet Ray

What do you mean?

Blanche

Do you have the urge to go off to unknown destinations??

Emmet Ray

For what point?

Blanche

Are you trying to recapture some intangible feeling from childhood?

when you dreamt of glamorous cities just out of reach??

Emmet Ray

I’m not trying to recapture anything from childhood, it stinked.

Blanche

Then I can only think it must be the power of the locomotive,

The sheer and potent sexual energy that arouses your masculinity.

The wheels… the hot furnace, pistons pumping!

Emmet Ray

You sound like you wanna go to bed with the train.”

(Sweet and Lowdown (1999) by Woody Allen)