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here and now and then


Back in Madrid.
It 's weird, it's as if I'd never gone away. The days in Italy were suspended inside a parenthesis of reality - this . The only time it was really intense when I saw the view from the terrace of the beloved Spirit: my city I had never seemed so beautiful.
one thing is certain: how desperately I miss the mountains. Having a nearby forest is crucial for me. I never lived so far away from the corner of naturaleza and I feel that something is missing. Everything is too artificial to think that we can years resist the smell and the silence of the woods.
recall with nostalgia a poignant that whole summer night spent watching the sky slowly faded in the day ... and the clearing mist that rained from larch sleepy. I was so excited that I did not even cold. The forest seemed to call me with a whisper thin despertarse - verb qué tan bonito! - And I enjoyed those moments as a nymph underground.
Now that winter is going to the mountains I do not miss demasiado, to walk hours on the ice, only to get into a warm shelter and give me a hot bath while it's snowing outside ... dine in a dressing gown (game, cheese, good wine Quizas) and toast the new year in front of the fireplace wearing only champagne.
Vale, this is a fantasy a bit 'more refined than the true spirit of mountain, I left drag instinct quota - and had a brief chat recently with my boyfriend. But deep down, I realize that more and more the years go by the mountain attracts me like a siren. Here at home, fortunately we have some 'wood, parquet, las vigas ... but it is not, of course, the same thing. Already I'm shuddering to climb up on some green grass or trail next summer, and listen to the thrills of the woods at dawn or the arrogance of the wind on lonely ridges. I almost like a premonition, I feel a bit of desire to climb. But this will also of the courage that do not currently have. If the prospect
then thins and squinting to see farther, well ... there is a house whose chimney smoke in winter, and a small garden (least!) with a bed, on which he leans on a balcony overlooking a room large enough for a sofa, a cot and a cat.
When I think back to me many years ago, I wonder how my dreams have changed. Today I feel that after the trip I want to take me away, the strongest desire is to return, to stop and grow. They are like a seed that vague with the breeze and knows that his destiny is to take root, even if you miss the flight.
When I was sixteen and I was a shadow shrank almost everything, the thought of motherhood made me disgusted, embarrassed. Bring a stranger within me screaming from which then would depend on my whole life seemed an aberration with no appeal. Now continues to seem that, because basically have not changed much ... but in the meantime of attractions it has acquired a bit '.

Nothing in the world is stronger feelings for someone. They can be fleeting, they may end, may not be as deep as we thought, but when there are no job satisfaction or cultural recognition that can compete. This awareness is what is directing my choices hare some time. First aspired to a certain kind of visibility, I had dreams of glory, if I may say so ... Now I fear he would do for me. I open like a flower only if I feel love around me, and I give it. Everything else is subordinated to this.
Perhaps my weakness is, wanting the love of others is sometimes referred to lack of love for oneself. But I know that there is a balance in the flow of the two feelings, and I want to reach. I want to grow children and show them what I believe is right and good because one day they can do the same with anyone encounter on their journey. I wonder if I want because I am not able myself to live up to my principles. Maybe for us humans to have children is also a way to make good parents that we had in those (for me) little things that we missed ... and is a dangerous illusion, because our children will not be like us and not want what we want.
Maybe you want a child when our choices seem to us now made, and its yet to come, a child is the wildcard that is ours when all other occasions they have had (and perhaps lost) their time.
Even for a small part of me is so, but then, paranoia aside, I suppose that the desire for motherhood is basically a physiological ancestral heritage, that a quarter of a century is hard to ignore despite the current laxity of our procreative rich North-West.
Finally, puede que mi madre me dijo cuando tuviera Razón that once you have found the right person I started to want to live together, make us the children and so on. I do not know if the current one is the right person, but I know what I feel about her makes me wish that my children are also his.
course before all this I must see the world, as they say. There are still too many places where I have not set foot, from the rest of the continents on the planet. I have yet to see South America, St. Petersburg, Ayers Rock, a lesser panda in its natural habitat ... and then there's the British island, Budapest, Istanbul and sophisticated to return to Berlin. My children will know that the more places you visit and how many more conoscono culture if both più ricchi if indietro turner - what desiderino che semper. Is sono anche più nulla che ancora un'idea, spero per loro già che, oltre ad essere sani e felici, nascano stesso con il mio desiderio di volare , e delle forti per farl food.

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So che il mio nome é


Così has chiamato il mio padre suo nuovo cellulare, e così adesso sono anch'io. Italy
air smells like it's colder than Madrid. Sleeping in my bed is like a dream, and yet I am lost, I feel do not belong to nowhere, and no home is mine. Maybe I have not one yet ... and I miss him.

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rosso


weeks from now I'm reading My Name is Red , destroy, inter alia, for not being able to read the language because I believe that the very particular style of Pamuk is also due to the properties of a language I do not know at all - I hope not inability of the translator. By the way, besides being an excellent book noir, is also an interesting food for thought over views .
We are halfway through the fifteenth century. One of the characters, talking about the differences between local and Venetian painting, he says something like this: They paint what they see, we design what we watch . It made me think.
distort the rules of perspective the flat plane of the canvas for us to deceive to get in front of a scene realistic, plausible Aunque not necessarily look at the logic or rationality. The pictorial tradition of the West Classic is a slave of the illusion of credibility to reach sensory, in sharp contrast with the support you need. In other words, is a total nonsense.
The miniature, on the contrary, it is the elegance of line and beauty of color to give shape to what he wants to represent. The subject is subordinate to painting, and painting work to shape the will of God without sin of pride.
So in summary: If the modern Western painting stems from the desire impossible to counter his two-dimensional nature, the thumbnail is a continual struggle between East represent the most of what Allah has created never compete with him in creative ability.
The two pictorial traditions are therefore of a similar nature: a fight, a non-sense, a hubris of the senses and mind. Because art is always a challenge to ourselves.

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The Secret of Kells


Yesterday I discovered a film that seems a little gem of animation contemporary is titled The Secret of Kells , and is a Franco-Irish Agreement of 2009. He won the Annecy Film Festival and another series of awards that do not remember.
seeing the trailer, I smile automatically thinking about the luck I've had the courses at the University of Bendazzi. Without them, I would not have the foggiest idea how to juggle in a world so interesting and dynamic as the animation, which is the last frontier of cinema - I agree with prof. in the belief that the cinema of the future will be a mixture between the true and fair entertainment.
the little I saw of The Secret of Kells, I thought that maybe it's a bit 'too much toward a certain type of television production for children (such Powerpuff Girls), and the animation at times is probably slightly dismissive (but there must also be said that the last animated film I saw was a Miyazaki, and then maybe I'm still influenced by its natural flow) other than that, the backgrounds are of a beauty moving, and the definition of the characters just as lively imagination of a child.
Also, I find brilliant and innovative hyper in some scenes perspective is totally neglected by the relevance of visual elements: I remember in particular a point at which two characters in profile, with a coating more or less up to them , and the floor on which they rest is perfectly seen from above, to show the beautiful inlays.
The graphic style is wonderful as the pure expression of the imaginative process: the memory, vision, daydream, in short everything we can see with the mind does not necessarily take into account laws Renaissance perspective, and probably that's why when we dream we would not know really draw our dreams - even providing a technique worthy of Dali.

I started writing this a few days ago, after seeing the film just a bit above. Now I've seen it all, and when it is finished I wanted to restart it because it seemed not to have fully grasped.
I mean, even if the graphics and animation are perhaps the most enjoyable I have ever seen, the stories told are not easy to hook. The story begins in the fourth, adventure, epic, with all the typical elements of the bildungsroman for boys, but then changes, it becomes an almost metaphysical "adagio" narrative that leaves a bit 'perplexed and vaguely dissatisfied. On reflection
cold, in fact, this closure is rich in meaning: Brendan is the hope that girl is saved by a barbaric slaughter to preserve their culture - a fragile and valuable book. When he discovers that the Chi-Ro page, the page most beautiful of all, has not yet been filled, never imagined that he will do so - as we already accept the tacit suggestion. But like all heroes who are respected, Brendan must pass a test before they can begin the book, and in this case the evidence is facing a pagan god, Crom Cruach a cross between a snake and what would a computer virus if he had form. Aisling, tender fairy Brendan driving in the forest and warns him frightened Crom also killed his mother. It means that before the forest had been destroyed by a profound evil, and then reborn with / in the same spirit of Aisling?
Whatever the reason, the clash is one of the most spectacular and significant scenes of the film wrapped in a dark fetid, humid, Brendan blinds and defeat the monster hits of none other than chalk.
The entire film is based on the power of design: and as often happens in works of a certain level, it is a meta-film that celebrates the beauty and creative power of the mind, language, as opposed to violence with no face or soul of the invaders in search of gold (there would have to say that the "Vikings" were not so completely unpresentable, but the point here is not the supremacy of one culture over 'other).
Perhaps it is no coincidence that the director Tomm Moore has used old-school animation, as if to preserve a method now almost "traditional" than the three-dimensional techniques now in vogue. And the result is impressive: one and a quarter of pure beauty that not only wipes out almost a century of supremacy Disney iconography, but reopen the battle between digital and 3D, suggesting new possibilities of expression and narrative-a sweetness unparalleled graphics.

A Grown Man Has Wet Dreams

I choose to live and
to Grow, take and give and
to Move, learn and love and
to Cry, kill and die and to Be paranoid and to

Lie, hate and fear and
to Do What it Takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and
to Die, learn and love and to
Do What it Takes to step through.

If love and hate are two sides of a coin, love should be a sphere in which both penetrate no sharp or dangerous edges. Yo
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