A Noruega e a Suécia, países que já visitei e dotados de uma pobreza confrangedora, não têm supersónicos TGVs, nem ricas auto-estradas, nem faraónicas pontes (exceptuando a que justificamente liga aquele último à Dinamarca) que levam a lado nenhum.
Nós somos ricos.
sexta-feira, 28 de maio de 2010
Uns são filhos...
...outros são enteados.
Este aqui sabe muito.
Mais a norte também há quem seja muito bem informado e dê um pulinho à Galiza para comer mexilhões... Ou seriam ostras?...
Este aqui sabe muito.
Mais a norte também há quem seja muito bem informado e dê um pulinho à Galiza para comer mexilhões... Ou seriam ostras?...
Terroristas...
devem ser claramente punidos.
Pena é que em certas regiões do país a impunidade ainda seja mais forte.
Pena é que em certas regiões do país a impunidade ainda seja mais forte.
Opening monologue de "American Beauty"
Opening monologue:
American Beauty written by Alan Ball
Lester: (voice over) I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches forever, like an ocean of time....for me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout Camp, watching falling stars...and yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our street...Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper...and the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird. And Janie...and Janie. (twice we see his memories of Jane, the second when she was younger, dressed as a princess) And...(with love) Carolyn. (we see a younger happier Carolyn shrieking happily in a carnival ride; we've seen a photo from this long-ago family activity before -- he was looking at one right before his death) I guess I could be really pissed off about what happened to me...but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst...and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life...(amused) You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry...(cut to black)You will someday.
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American Beauty written by Alan Ball
Lester: (voice over) I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches forever, like an ocean of time....for me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout Camp, watching falling stars...and yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our street...Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper...and the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird. And Janie...and Janie. (twice we see his memories of Jane, the second when she was younger, dressed as a princess) And...(with love) Carolyn. (we see a younger happier Carolyn shrieking happily in a carnival ride; we've seen a photo from this long-ago family activity before -- he was looking at one right before his death) I guess I could be really pissed off about what happened to me...but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst...and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life...(amused) You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry...(cut to black)You will someday.
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