Thursday, April 20, 2006

Indian Actress Have Silicone Boobs





Original title: Waking Life
Country: U.S.
Year: 2001
Genre: Animation
Length: 97 '
Director: Richard Linklater


not vote the film: I am happy .... happy because I had a couple of tips on lucid dreaming, because I've seen much of the world around me in mock quest'occidente dream of violence, because the rigidity of the film verisimilitude was turned over and reminded me of the difference between a photograph and a watercolor ...

I think despite the lack of any philosophical smattering viewers of all ages can enjoy this, just not to be bothered by names such as Sartre or Kierkegaard, just do not deal with the film as many of us have done with regard to books school.
unreviewed film, you see, a free mind, not the amount of junk information that often makes it indigestible masterpieces ...
watch it and tell me.
In my hard disk so there is no more room for the story of love between top modelz or the plasma cannon that breaks with the alien asteroids above, the privilege of access to the internet gives me great possibilities cultural expansion and to you too, and make you want to use.
now beats keys on a wireless keyboard but I would look into my eyes and maybe become a cloud on a sacred moment,
Waking Life is one of the few friends I have hidden in a dvd ...
At the next tea together!

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Touched Intrainmovies

Real Life


All happen to be out of his mind: anger, joy, alcohol, blah blah ...
all in all, blah blah ...
oh, seattle reminds me that I have roots.
I love my friends.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Brazilian Happy Ending

Milonga









dances a tango with my thoughts, tears
notes are aborted
unarmed
first drops of consciousness itself,
and again I realize that even
contrast and I sank in

crazy decisions made with awe and passion, and I hope

in a dream that will come to save me.




Ants s'adoperano,
elect their queen,
masturbate hidden
while watching the moon and the sea
someone is watching.

We are a man,
a pair of broken shoes ...
A girl and an old
who speak different languages, yet another

unnatural violence and an ashtray overflowing
to be our home, kissing his forehead

left,
the wind blow away the dandruff on your shoulders
and betrayal from your secret
now that the future is certain and this remains dormant

in the folds of her dress, caressing her face left

like dying
and dance with me

with your hair with your nerves,
away from this love in box.

The pansy
sounds of the heart with a bow and a vibraphone
dropped, as
my sadness,
to the delta of the soul and there

becomes a smile.

E 'dead another angel, the devil has run
another committed suicide while two mothers give birth


a pianist's passion and enthusiasm of a soldier;

turbine kicks and then catch
and the look is the sky ,
and the sky is my eyes,
again, right, backward, left forward twice

trampling fingers instead of flowers, canning
noise rather than love.