Caro pcp, para quando a prometida sessão de Stalker ?
(Scene from the film Stalker, Andrei Tarkovsky, 1979)
It is said that Tarkovsky, on being told that the film should be faster and more dynamic, replied: - the film needs to be slower and duller at the start so that the viewers who walked into the wrong theatre have time to leave before the main action starts.
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Stalker
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Sunday, 28 August 2011
antes da aurora
"By Chance"--that is the most ancient nobility of the world, and this I restored to all things: I delivered them from their bondage under Purpose. This freedom and heavenly cheer I have placed over all things like an azure bell when I taught that over them and through them no "eternal will" wills. This prankish folly I have put in the place of that will when I taught: "In everything one thing is impossible: rationality."
"Por acaso" - é a mais antiga nobreza do mundo, e eu restituí-a a todas as coisas, libertei-as da servidão da finalidade.
Como uma abóbada azul, pus sobre todas coisas essa liberdade, essa serenidade celeste, no dia em que ensinei que por cima delas e por elas não há "vontade eterna" que possa agir.
Pus no lugar dessa vontade o capricho e a loucura, no dia em que ensinei que " em todas as coisas o que é impossível é que elas sejam racionais".
(Zaratustra in "Also sprach Zaratustra", Nietzsche)
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Friday, 19 August 2011
The pools...
Natural hot pools in Landmannalaugar, Iceland. The water can be as hot as 43C ! You can imagine the feeling when we got into the water after 4 days of hiking with outside temperatures well below 10C...
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land of water - Thórsmörk
A wrong turn somewhere resulted in two extra hours adding to our six hour long hike. However it also rewarded us with this maginicent view of the Thórsmörk valley.
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Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Monday, 4 July 2011
Despierto...
VIII
Despierto.
Primera isla de la conciencia:
un árbol.
El temor inventa el vuelo.
El desierto familiar me acoge.
Alguien me observa con indiferencia.
(Poem by Blanca Varela)
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