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domingo, 30 de maio de 2010

sábado, 1 de maio de 2010

quarta-feira, 21 de abril de 2010

sexta-feira, 5 de março de 2010

sábado, 30 de janeiro de 2010

terça-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2010



Eu nunca tinha visto morrer ninguém. O som da cabeça do rapaz a abrir-se no lancil ficou gravado em mim. Disseram que ele tinha ido demasiado longe. O Derek foi condenado por homicídio não premeditado. Teria sido prisão perpétua se eu tivesse testemunhado.

(...)

- Quero saber uma coisa. Porque vieste para aqui? Não mataste ninguém. És lingrinhas demais para andares num bando.
(…)
- Roubei um televisor.
(…)
- Espera aí… Isso não faz sentido. Não apanhas seis anos por roubares um televisor.
- Entrei na loja, saí, o polícia agarrou-me o braço, o televisor caiu-lhe no pé e partiu-o. Disseram que eu atirei o televisor ao polícia. Agressão. Seis anos.

América Proibida (1998), de Tony Kaye

terça-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2010

Choose life?




Choose life. Choose a job.
Choose a career, a family.
Choose a fucking big TV.
Choose washing machines,
cars, compact disc players.
Choose good health.
Low cholesterol
and dental insurance.
Choose mortgage repayments.
Choose a home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear
and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite
on hire purchase.
Wondering who the fuck
you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose watching mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing game shows.
Stuffing fucking junk food
into your mouth.
'Choose rotting away
at the end,
'in a miserable home,
'nothing more
than an embarrassment
'to the brats you've spawned.
'Choose your future.
'Choose life.'
But why would I want
to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life.
I chose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons
when you've got heroin?

(…)

'Now I've justified this
to myself
'in all sorts of ways.
'It wasn't a big deal -
'just a minor betrayal.
'Or we'd outgrown each other,
'that sort of thing.
'But let's face it,
I ripped them off -
'my so-called mates.
'But Begbie, I couldn't
give a shit about him.
'And Sick Boy,
he'd have done the same to me,
'if he'd only
thought of it first.
'And Spud... Well, OK,
I felt sorry for Spud.
'He never hurt anybody.
(…)
'So why did I do it?
'I could offer a million
answers, all false.
'The truth is
that I'm a bad person.
'But that's gonna change.
'I'm going to change.
This is the last of that.
'Now I'm cleaning up, going
straight and choosing life.
'I'm looking forward to it.
'I'm gonna be just like you -
'the job, the family,
the fucking big television,
'the washing machine, the car,
the compact disc.
'Good health, low cholesterol,
'mortgage, starter home,
leisure wear, luggage,
'three-piece suite, DIY.
'Game shows,
junk food, children.
'Walks in the park,
nine to five,
'good at golf, washing
the car, choice of sweaters.
'Family Christmas, indexed
pension, tax exemption.
'Clearing the gutters,
getting by –
'looking ahead,
the day you die.'


Trainspotting (1996)
Danny Boyle

quarta-feira, 24 de junho de 2009

Un Pueblo que no sabe leer ni escribir...es un pueblo fácil de engañar.

in Che, el Argentino

sábado, 21 de fevereiro de 2009

Waltz with Bashir


"Lorsqu'ils sont partis, à 23h30, j'ai avalé un demi-verre de whisky et j'ai telephoné à Ariel Sharon, à son ranch. Arik était à moitié endormi mais je lui ai dit: "On raconte qu'il y a un massacre dans les camps, que les Palestiniens sont massacrés. Il faut arrêter tout ça". Alors il m'a demandé: "Tu l'as vu toi-même?" J'ai répondu: "Pas moi, mais suffisamment de gens en témoignent." Il a dit: "Ok. Merci d'avoir attiré mon attention sur le sujet." Et c'est tout."

"Tu ne te souviens pas du massacre parce que, pour toi, le premier cercle, celui des assassins. et ceux qu'ils entourent constituent un seul et même cercle. À 19 ans, tu t'es senti coupable, endossant le rôle du nazi malgré toi."


"J'ai vu énormément de destructions dans les camps. Et soudain, je vois un petit main, une main d'enfant sortant des décombres. Je regarde encore et je vois de boucles, une tête bouclée, couverte de poussière. C'est pour ça que je ne l'aivais pas remarquée, mais c'était une tête visible jusqu'au nez. Une main et une tête, Ma fille avait presque le même âge et la même tête bouclée (...) J'ai alors compri que je voyais les résultats du massacre."


Waltz with Bashir, de Ari Folman

quarta-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2009

There was a survey once. A thousand people were asked if they could know in advance… would they want to know the exact day of their death. Ninety-six percent of them said no. I always kind of leaned toward the other 4 percent. I thought it would be liberating… knowing how much time you had left to work with. It turns out, it’s not.
The Bucket List, de Rob Reiner

segunda-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2009

- Are you afraid?
- I'm curious to know what comes next...

(...)

- We're meant to lose the people we love. How else are we supposed to know how important they are?


The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, de David Fincher

segunda-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2008



- Alguma vez te menti?
- Sei lá!
- Preferia comer merda.
- Fazias isso?
- Fazia o quê?
- Comias merda, se eu te mandasse?
- Se me pedisses fazia. Mas eras capaz de me pedir uma coisa dessas?
- Estás maluco? Sabes que não o faria.
- Eu sei.

The Kitte Runner, por Marc Foster

sábado, 11 de outubro de 2008

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