What I want is to believe in Ventura, Vanda, the bottle, my shot. Nobody more than them. It's got to be pure in the Straubian sense. The camera is here and the distance between the subject has to be absolutely clear. The only thing I want to be certain of is this focal point. It's not money, power, charm, cinephilia. Nothing can make this distance correct other than knowing what that distance is.
Pedro Costa, MUBI
I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at
sunset, years before you were born.
I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about
yourself, authentic and surprising news of
yourself.
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the
hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you
with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.
- Jorge Luis Borges (1934)
Lhasa de Sela - Soon this space will be too small
Soon This Space Will Be Too Small
And I'll go oustide
To the huge illside
Where the wild winds blow
And the cold stars shine
I'll put my foot
On the living road
And be carried from here
To the heart of the world
I'll be strong as a ship
And wise as a wale
And I'll say the three words
That will save us all
And I'll say the three words
That will save us all
Soon this space will be too small
And I'll laugh so hard
That the walls cave in
The I'll die three times
And be born again
In a little box
With a golden key
And a flying fish
Will set me free
Soon this space will be too small
All my veins and bones
Will be burned to dust
You can throw me into
A black iron pot
And my dust will tell
What my flesh would not
Soon this space will be too small
And I'll go oustide
And I'll go oustide
And I'll go oustide
And I'll go oustide
To the huge illside
Where the wild winds blow
And the cold stars shine
I'll put my foot
On the living road
And be carried from here
To the heart of the world
I'll be strong as a ship
And wise as a wale
And I'll say the three words
That will save us all
And I'll say the three words
That will save us all
Soon this space will be too small
And I'll laugh so hard
That the walls cave in
The I'll die three times
And be born again
In a little box
With a golden key
And a flying fish
Will set me free
Soon this space will be too small
All my veins and bones
Will be burned to dust
You can throw me into
A black iron pot
And my dust will tell
What my flesh would not
Soon this space will be too small
And I'll go oustide
And I'll go oustide
And I'll go oustide
dicas de gestão
"Uma coisa falhada pode tornar-se bem sucedida se a mudares de lugar."
Robert Bresson, in Notas Sobre o Cinematógrafo
Robert Bresson, in Notas Sobre o Cinematógrafo
an ideal for living
(...)
I can't see life getting higher,
Love, life, makes you feel higher,
Love, of life, makes you feel higher,
Higher, higher, higher, higher,
Higher, higher, higher, higher,
Love of life, makes you feel higher.
Ian Curtis | The Sound of Music
I can't see life getting higher,
Love, life, makes you feel higher,
Love, of life, makes you feel higher,
Higher, higher, higher, higher,
Higher, higher, higher, higher,
Love of life, makes you feel higher.
Ian Curtis | The Sound of Music
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