31 de marzo de 2011

El cerebro de la mujer es un misterio...

Benigno: Hable con ella. Cuénteselo.
Marco: Sí, ya me gustaría.Pero ella no puede oírme.
Benigno: ¿Cómo está tan seguro de que no nos oyen?
Marco: Porque su cerebro está apagado, Benigno.

El cerebro de la mujer es un misterio, y en este estado más.
A las mujeres hay que tenerlas en cuenta, 
hablar con ellas...tener un detalle, 
de vez en cuando... acariciarlas de pronto.
Recordar que existen. 
Que están vivas y que nos importan.
Ésa es la única terapia, se lo digo por experiencia.

¿Y qué experiencia tienes tú con las mujeres?
Benigno...¿qué experiencia tienes tú con las mujeres?
Benigno: ¿Qué?
Que, ¿qué experiencia tienes tú con las mujeres?

¿Yo? Toda. 
He vivido 20 años día y noche con una 
y llevo 4 años con ésta.

30 de marzo de 2011

Han sido los más ricos de mi vida...

Los días que libraba empecé a ir al ballet.
También voy a la filmoteca.
Me veo todo el cine mudo que puedo.
El alemán, el americano, el italiano... todo.
Después le cuento a ellantodo lo que he visto.
Estos últimos cuatro años han sido los más ricos de mi vida.
Ocupándome de Alicia y haciendo las cosas que a ella le gustaba hacer.
Menos viajar, claro.

28 de marzo de 2011

I want to make love to you...

I forgot to tell you.
Go ahead.
 You can’t imagine how much I feel like making love to you. 
But I’ll never tell anyone, especially not you.
 They’d have to torture me to make me say it.
Say what?
That I want to make love to you...
not just once, but over and over again!
 But I’ll never tell you that. I’d have to be crazy to tell you.
 I’d even make love to you now… 
right here for the rest of my life.

27 de marzo de 2011

Vivir una sola vida no me bastaba

Antes me llamaba Mateo y era director de cine.
Desde muy joven siempre me tentó la idea 
de ser alguien más, además de yo mismo. 
Vivir una sola vida no me bastaba
así que me inventé un seudónimo. Harry Kein. 
Un aventurero que por avatares del destino se convertía en escritor. 
De momento le hice firmar todos los guiones y relatos que escribí. 
Durante años Mateo Blanco y Harry Kein 
compartieron la misma persona, yo. 
Pero hubo un momento en que, de modo abrupto,
 no pude ser otro que Harry Kein.
Me convertí en mi seudónimo
Un escritor hecho a sí mismo por sí mismo
Solo había un detalle que no había registrado. 
Harry Kein sería un escritor ciego.

You are the most beautiful girl in the world ♥

Grandpa, am I pretty?
You are the most beautiful girl
 in the world ♥.
You're just saying that.
No! I'm madly in love with you
 and it's not because of your brains or your personality.

They swam in winter to feel alive...

Grandpoppy Ralph had told her that babies were deliberate
 and found by dads at the bottom of their beer.
Grandpoppy Ralph had smelt like pickled onions and 
had been a member of the Frankston lce Breakers for 51 years
They swam in winter to feel alive. 
Grandpoppy Ralph had said it made his nipples erect.

How could someone be an accident?

Mary's father, Noel Norman Dinkle, worked in a factory,
 attaching the strings to tea bags.
At show and tell, she told the class he could get
 as many free tea bags as he wanted.

Her favourite tea bag was Earl Grey. She loved saying
 "Earl Grey"
and would like one day to marry someone called Earl Grey.
They would live in a castle in Scotland, have 9 babies, 2 ducks...
and a dog called Kevin.
Noel's hobby was to sit in his shed and drink Baileys lrish Cream
and stuff birds he'd found on the side of the freeway.
Mary wished he'd spend more time with her and less with his dead friends.
She also wished she had some brothers and sisters.
Her mother had told her she was "an accident". 
How could someone be an accident?

Mary wished she had a friend...

Mary Dinkle's eyes were the colour of muddy puddles.
Her birthmark, the colour of poo.
It was Saturday afternoon and she was bored.
Mary wished she had a friend to play piggybacks with.
Mary's mood ring, which she'd found in a cereal box, 
was grey which, according to the chart,
meant she was either pensive, unconsciously ambitious or hungry.
Her only friends were 'The Noblets'from her favourite cartoon.
They weren't the real ones you bought in the shops 
but fake ones she had to make herself 
from shells, gumnuts, pompoms and the chicken bones 
salvaged from Friday night's takeaway.
She had to make all her own toys, and her favourites 
were Shrinkies potato chip packets that
she had shrunk in the oven.

I wonder how it began...

Mr. Chow
It must seem odd to ask you out, but I want to ask something.
That handbag I saw you with this evening...Where did you buy it?
Mrs. Chan: 
Why do you ask?
Mr. Chow: 
It looked so elegant. I want to get one for my wife.
Mrs. Chan
Mr. Chow, you're so good to your wife!

Mr. Chow:
 Not really! My wife is so fussy.
Her birthday is some days away. 
I don't know what to get her. 
Could you buy one for me to give her?
Mrs. Chan: 
Maybe she wouldn't want one just exactly the same.
Mr. Chow: 
You're right,I didn't think of that. A woman would mind.
Mrs. Chan: 
Yes, especially since we're neighbors.
Mr. Chow:
 Do they come in other colors?
Mrs. Chan: 
I'd have to ask my husband.
Mr. Chow: 
Mrs. Chan:
 He bought it for me on a business trip abroad. 
They aren't on sale here.
Mr. Chow: 
Then never mind.
Mrs. Chan: 
Actually...I want to ask you something too.
Mr. Chow: 
Mrs. Chan: 
Where did you buy your tie?
Mr. Chow:
 I don't know where it came from.
 My wife buys all my ties.
Mrs. Chan:
Mr. Chow: 
She bought this one on a business trip abroad. 
It's not on sale here.
Mrs. Chan: 
What a coincidence!
Mr. Chow: 
Mrs. Chan:
 Actually...My husband has one just like it. 
He said it was a gift from his boss.
So he wears it every day.
Mr. Chow: 
And my wife has a bag just like yours.
Mrs. Chan:
 I know, I've seen it.
What are you getting at, actually?
 I thought I was the only one who knew...
I wonder how it began...

Just thought you should know...

Ah Ping: I'm not sure I should tell you this...
Chow Mo-wan: What?
Ah Ping: I saw your wife in the street yesterday.
Chow Mo-wan: So what?
Ah Ping: She was with some guy.
Chow Mo-wan: Probably a friend.
Ah Ping: Just thought you should know.

Love Will Tear Us Apart... @ CONTROL ♥

She turns and walks away...

It is a restless moment.
She has kept her head lowered,
to give him a chance to come closer.
But he could not, for lack of courage.
She turns and walks away...

Reservoir Dogs ♥ - Minimalist Movie Posters


26 de marzo de 2011

I mean you were...very passionate

Don Johnston:
I mean you were...very passionate.
Yeah well, passion is a funny thing.

Le charme, c’est mieux que la beauté.

 Tu trouves que j’ai du charme ?
 C’est ce qu’on dit à quelqu’un quand on le trouve pas beau !
Mais le charme, c’est mieux que la beauté. 
On peut résister à la beauté, mais pas au charme.

Mourir Auprès de Toi

Mourir Auprès de Toi 
Is a short film by Spike Jonze and Simon Cahn,
 hand made with love by Olympia Le-Tan. 
Here is a little “making of” video compiled
 by co-director Simon Cahn.

Tomorrow is one more day I get to dance

I screwed up any chance I had back in September. 
But I started dancing long before this stupid workshop, 
and I'm gonna keep on dancing long after it.
 So tomorrow is one more day I get to dance