Prova de Conta(c)to

Há cineastas que sem saberem se aproximam da Verdade. Mas Malick é como Lynch: eles viram-na, eles sabem-na, e sobre Malick eu já disse tudo aqui e aqui. Regozijo-me quando penso que este filme o redime da estética pirosa de Tree of Life e ao entregar-nos um homem e a sua deriva consigo e com as coisas do mundo, nos entrega também ao elemento inicial da existência que tudo gera e a tudo dá sentido: a água.

A Verdade está lá, mas é preciso vê-la.


A história repete-se.
Bola de Carnes e um Pastel de Belém.

CLEANING PIECE III


Try to say nothing negative about anybody.
a) for three days
b) for forty-five days
c) for three months
See what happens to your life.

by Ms.Yoko Ono.

Soufflé de Roquefort.

Às vezes, fica tudo em suspenso.

I think i'll go home and mull this over
Before i cram it down my throat
At long last it's crashed, it's colossal mass
Has broken up into bits in my moat.

Lift the mattress off the floor
Walk the cramps off
Go meander in the cold
Hail to your dark skin
Hiding the fact you're dead again
Undeneath the power lines seeking shade
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when you know we should fold
On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
And the whole mess of roads we're now on.

Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day i'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.

This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending

All these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.

by Mr. James Mercer, a great poet.