Bar 89, 89 Mercer Street.
I loved you first, I loved you first.
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth,
I have to go, I have to go.
Your hair was long when we first met.
Regina Spektor, Samson.
Stranger than Fiction (2006), Marc Foster.
Sleepers (1996), Barry Levinson.
Stranger than fiction, Marc Forster (2006)
That's why I don't think we'll ever grow up.
Sting, The Journey and the Labyrinth.
I want you to get into the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that's happened.
Elizabethtown, Cameron Crowe (2005).
The Sandlot (1993).
Snatch, Guy Ritchie (1998).
- Now? -inquired Deep Thought.
- Yes! Now...
- Alright -said the computer and settled into the silence again. The two men fidgeted. The tension was unbearable.
- You're really not going to like it -observed Deep Thought.
- Tell us!
- Alright, -said Deep Thought- the Answer to the Great Question ...
- Of Life, the Universe and Everything...-said Deep Thought.
- Is...-said Deep Thought and paused.
- Forty two -said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.
The Hitchhikers's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams.
Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Passenger Seat, Transatlanticism, Death Cab for Cutie.
Lucas! Hey, Lucas? Hey, Lucas? What the hell you doing here, man?
Something happened to me last night. In Atlantic City.
Oh, you went to Atlantic City?
Wow ... did you win anything?
No. I did not win. So if you guys ever wonder if it was nice to know you, I tell you now that it was.
Shit, man. What happened? What happened?
I do not regret the things that I have done but those I did not do.
Empire Records, Allan Moyle, 1995.
There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17.
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness.
For he is truly his brother's keeper
and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee
with great vengeance and furious anger
those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know I am the Lord
when I lay my vengeance upon you."
I been sayin' that shit for years.
And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass.
I never really questioned what it meant.
I thought it was just a coldblooded thing
to say to a motherfucker
'fore you popped a cap in his ass.
But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice.
Now I'm thinkin', it could mean you're the evil man.
And I'm the righteous man.
And Mr. .45 here, he's the shepherd
protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness.
Or it could by you're the righteous man
and I'm the shepherd
and it's the world that's evil and selfish.
But that shit ain't the truth.
The truth is you're the weak.
And I'm the tyranny of evil men.
But I'm tryin'. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.
Pulp Fiction, Quentin Tarantino, 1994.
Lo que van a leer es uno de los pocos (por no decir únicos) textos que me gustan a pesar de haber sido yo el autor. El encargo fue realizar un mural, y la idea consistia en, a partir de plasmar el siguiente texto en el mismo, tomar parte de una eterna lucha que se disputa oculta a nuestros ojos y que podrán descubrir a continuación. Espero que les guste.
Mientras deambulamos por la ciudad,
sin más preocupaciones que las propias,
una batalla se libra invisible a nuestros ojos.
Es ése enfrentamiento que noche a noche y día a día
libran dos bandos separados por diferencias irreconciliables,
enemigos acérrimos hasta la muerte:
las despreciables paredes que escuchan,
y las maravillosas paredes que tienen mucho por decir.
Los hombres, ignorantes a esta disputa,
vamos sin embargo decidiendo la batalla
cada vez que decidimos o no intervenir alguna de ellas.
Nosotros ya hemos tomado partido.
Y así, de esta manera,
reclamamos para nuestro lado la presente pared,
prestos y ávidos por luchar hasta la última victoria.
Mika, Life in Cartoon Motion, Happy Ending.
Alejandro Dolina, Crónicas del Ángel Gris, Apuntes del fútbol en Flores.
1) No viviendo un romance con ellos.
Según parece, al músico lo aterrorizaba mucho más la segunda posibilidad.
Alejandro Dolina, Crónicas del Ángel Gris, La Conspiración de las Mujeres Hermosas.
Alejandro Dolina, Crónicas del Ángel Gris, La decadencia de la bolita.
Alejandro Dolina, Crónicas del Ángel Gris, Táctica y estrategia de la escondida.
El Ángel Gris elige sueños para cada uno de los que se atreven a dormir en Flores.
Alejandro Dolina, Crónicas del Ángel Gris, El reparto de sueños en el barrio de Flores.
Everything is Illuminated, Liev Schreiber (2005).
Based on the novel by Jonathan Safran Foer.
300, Zack Snyder.
The audience knows the truth: the world is simple.
It's miserable, solid all the way through.
But if you could fool them, even for a second,
then you can make them wonder, and then you...
then you got to see something really special...
You really don't know?
It was... it was the look on their faces...
The Prestige. Christopher Nolan.
This is the worst day of my life!
Worst day of your life, so far.
The Simpsons Movie.
Comercial del diario inglés The Independent, Lowe Howard Spink London, 1999.
to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...
born to those who have thrice defied him,
born as the seventh month dies...
and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,
but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...
and either must die at the hand of the other
for neither can live while the other survives...
the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord
will be born as the seventh month dies..."
J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
PD: A 10 días del final.
I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Mary Schmich, Chicago Tribune, June 1, 1997.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
En fin, van a encontrar unas cuantas entradas del libro en los próximos días. Espero que sepan entender.
Basket Case, Green Day.
Adolfo Bioy Casares. El sueño de los héroes.
esta necesidad de resolver los misterios de la vida,
cuando la más simple de las preguntas
nunca puede ser contestada?
¿Por qué estamos aquí?
¿Qué es el alma?
¿Por qué soñamos?
Quizás estaríamos mucho mejor
si no nos preocupáramos por nada de eso.
Sin indagar, sin desear.
Pero esa no es la naturaleza humana.
No es el corazón de los hombres.
Eso no es para lo que estamos aquí.
Y entonces luchamos por hacer la diferencia,
por cambiar el mundo, por soñar una esperanza,
sin saber con certeza a quienes nos encontraremos
a lo largo del camino.
Quién dentro de este mundo de extraños
será el que sostenga nuestra mano,
el que toque nuestros corazones
y comparta el dolor de intentarlo.
Soñamos una esperanza.
Soñamos un cambio.
De fuego, de amor, de muerte.
Y entonces sucede.
El sueño se hace realidad.
Y la respuesta a aquella búsqueda,
ésa necesidad en resolver los misterios de la vida,
finalmente se revela.
Como la luz brillante de un nuevo amanecer.
Tanta lucha por encontrar significado,
por encontrar sentido sentido.
Pero al final, lo encontramos en cada uno de nosotros.
Nuestra experiencia compartida
de lo fantástico y de lo mundano.
La simple necesidad humana de encontrar
otro parecido a nosotros para conectar,
y para saber en en nuestros corazones
que no estamos solos.
Chapter 23 "How to stop an exploding man", Volume One, Heroes.
A Brave New World, Aldous Huxley.
or empty one's purse...
there is tragedy.
It is the one promise life always fulfills.
Thus, happiness is a gift...
and the trick is not to expect it,
but to delight in it when it comes...
and to add to other people's store of it.
Nicholas Nickleby, Charles Dickens.
and smartest men who have ever lived;
an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables;
or they are salves with white collars.
Advertisementes have them chasing cars and clothes,
working jobs they hate so the can buy shit they don't need.
We are the middle children of history,
with no purpose or place.
We have no great war or great depression.
The great war is a spiritual war.
The great depression is our lives.
We were raised by television
to believe that we'd be millionaires
and movie gods and rocks stars.
But we won't.
And we are learning that fact.
And we are very, very pissed off.
Fight Club, David Fincher.
you don't talk about fight club.
The second rule of fight club is:
you don't talk about fight club.
The third rule of fight club is:
when someone says "stop" or goes limp,
the fight is over.
Fourth rule is:
only two guys to a fight.
one fight at a time.
no shirts, no shoes.
fights go on as long as they have to.
And the eighth and final rule:
if this is your first night at fight club,
you have to fight.
Fight Club, David Fincher
Dear Billy:I know I must seem like a distant memory to you,
which is probably a good thing.
It will have been a long time
and I will have missed seeing you grow.
Missed you crying, laughing and shouting.
I will have missed telling you off.
But please know that I was always there.
With you through everything.
I always will be.
And I am proud to have known you.
And I'm proud that you were mine.
Always be yourself.
I'll love you forever.
Billy Elliot, Stephen Daldry.
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm I've ever done,
Alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit,
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass;
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had,
They are sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that ere I had,
They'd wish me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not;
I'll gently rise and softly call,
Goodnight and joy be with you all.
If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile;
There is a fair maid in this town,
Who sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips,
I own she has my heart in thrall.
So fill to me the parting glass,
Goodnight... and joy be with you all."
PD: The Parting Glass, es una canción tradicional muy popular en Irlanda y Escocia, habitualmente cantada en las reuniones de amigos, y la pueden escuchar sobre el final de la película "Waking Ned Divne".
Adolfo Bioy Casares.
Sideways. Alexander Payne.
- Who wrote the phrase "No man is an island"? John Donne? John Milton? John F. Kennedy? Jon Bon Jovi?
About a Boy. Nick Hornby.
Jon Bon Jovi. Too easy.
And, if I may say so, a complete load of bollocks.
In my opinion, all men are islands.
And what's more, now's the time to be one.
This is an island age.
A hundred years ago, you had to depend on other people.
No one had TV or CDs or DVDs or videos...
...or home espresso makers.
Actually, they didn't have anything cool.
Whereas now, you see...
...you can make yourself a little island paradise.
With the right supplies and the right attitude...
...you can be sun-drenched, tropical, a magnet...
...for young Swedish tourists.
Hi, it's Kristina. I haven't heard from you.
I had a great time last weekend. So give me a call, okay? 'Bye.
And I like to think that perhaps I am that kind of island.
I like to think I'm pretty cool.
I like to think I'm Ibiza.
A Long Way Down, Nick Hornby
I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow airport.
General opinion makes out that we live in a world
of hatred and greed I don't see that.
Seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy
but it's always there.
Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters,
husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.
When the planes hit the Twin Towers,
none of the phone calls from people on board
were messages of hate or revenge,
they were all messages of love.
lf you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling
you'll find that love actually is all around.
Love Actually, Richard Curtis.
Hi, welcome back to another episode of Televisión Educative.
Tonight, I'll show you how dreams are prepared.
People think it's a very simple and easy process,
but it's a bit more complicated than that.
As you can see, a very delicate combination
of complex ingredients is the key.
First, we put in some random thougths,
and then we ad a little bit of reminiscences of the day,
mixed with some memories from the past,
love, friendships, relationships, and all those ships,
together with songs you heard during the day,
things you saw and also a personal...
Ok, I think there's one.
There it goes, yes!
Ok, we have to run...
I'm talking quietly to not wake myself up.
The Science of Sleep, Michel Gondry.
y no me parece mal, después de todo,
Dios nos ha dejado solos en un mundo hostil.
El problema es que muy pocos
tienen algo importante para decir.
Marcelo Birmajer. Nuevas historias de hombres casados.
_ ¿Podrías decirme, por favor, qué camino debo seguir para salir de aquí?
_ Eso depende en gran parte del sitio al que quieras llegar –dijo el Gato.
_ No me importa mucho el sitio… -dijo Alicia.
_ Entonces tampoco importa mucho el camino que tomes –dijo el Gato.
_ …siempre que llegue a alguna parte –añadió Alicia como explicación.
_ Oh, siempre llegarás a alguna parte –aseguró el Gato- si caminas lo suficiente.
Lewis Carrol. Alicia en el País de las Maravillas.
Fotos por Annie Leibovitz
As you no doubt have guessed, I am Morpheus.
I imagine, right now,
you must be feeling a bit like Alice,
tumblingdown the rabbit hole?
I can see it in your eyes.
You have the look of a man
who accepts what he sees
because he is expecting to wake up.
Ironically, this is not far from the truth.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Let me tell you why you are here.
It's that feeling you have had all your life.
You don't know what it is but it's there,
like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad,
driving you to me.
But what is it?
The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us,
here even in this room.
You can see it out your window,
or on your television.
You feel it when you go to work,
or go to church or pay your taxes.
It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes
to blind you from the truth.
That you are a slave, Neo.
That you, like everyone else,
was born inside a prison
that you cannot smell, taste, or touch.
A prison for your mind.
Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is.
You have to see it for yourself.
You take the blue pill and the story ends.
You wake in your bed and you believe
whatever you want to believe.
You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland
and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
The door to your right leads to the Source,
and the salvation of Zion.
The door to your left leads back to the Matrix,
to her and to the end of your species.
As you adequately put, the problem is choice.
But we already know what you are going to do, don't we?
Already, I can see the chain reaction
- the chemical precursors that signal
the onset of an emotion, designed specifically
to overwhelm logic and reason -
an emotion that is already blinding you
from the simple and obvious truth.
She is going to die,
and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
It is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source
of your greatest strength
and your greatest weakness.
If one man should suddenly have an opportunity
to pursue a woman,
it's like these two guys never met each other ever in life.
This is the male code.
And it doesn't matter how important the arrangements are,
I mean, most of the time
when they scrub a space shuttle mission
it's because one of the astronauts
met someone on his way to the launch pad.
They hold that countdown.
He's leaning against the rocket talking to her,
"So listen, when I get back what do you say
we get together for some Tang?"
I don't get it, OK?
I admit, I'm not getting the signals.
Women, they're so subtle, their little...
everything they do is subtle...
men are not subtle, we are obvious.
Women know what men want,
men know what men want,
what do we want?
We want women!
It's the only thing we know for sure, it really is:
we want women.
How do we get them?
Oh, we don't know 'bout that, we don't know.