Chego a casa e dou por mim a ver a última parte do “Vanilla Sky” na TV. Há uns anos atrás vi o original “Abre los ojos” após recomendação de um amigo espanhol cinéfilo. Pareceu-me básico mas ainda assim encantador. Em síntese, gostei. O adultério da versão “américa” põe-me a pensar se este espaço-tempo de vida vivida numa sociedade condenada à visão hollywoodesca das coisas resultará em algo de positivo?
Buscando resposta, embora contrariado, recorro a “postar” uma das mais belas musiquinhas dos James (estes pelo menos são bifes) – Alaskan Pipeline:
You might as well surrender now
You'll never hold that stance
With all my words
I can't find one
To help you understand
It's not too late
Take up the cup
Put down your weapons and choose
But you say," life's so unfair"
All you say is "life's so unfair."
Oh you can ill afford to hold to these views
Oh you need something to blame
But it's you, yes it's you
It's your truth
Someone made you
I don't know if you're sick
I comfort. You runaway
My sympathy. You twist it.
You're reflex. Gets in the way.
You Mother me. I son you.
You act up. I can't get through.
These footsteps so ancient.
In your eyes I'm your infant.
Your ancient. Full circle.
In my eyes You're my infant.
Dead ball in our court
We've got a dead fall in our court
You just say, "life's so unfair."
You just say, "life's so unfair."
You need something to blame
But it's you, yes it's you
It's your truth
Buscando resposta, embora contrariado, recorro a “postar” uma das mais belas musiquinhas dos James (estes pelo menos são bifes) – Alaskan Pipeline:
You might as well surrender now
You'll never hold that stance
With all my words
I can't find one
To help you understand
It's not too late
Take up the cup
Put down your weapons and choose
But you say," life's so unfair"
All you say is "life's so unfair."
Oh you can ill afford to hold to these views
Oh you need something to blame
But it's you, yes it's you
It's your truth
Someone made you
I don't know if you're sick
I comfort. You runaway
My sympathy. You twist it.
You're reflex. Gets in the way.
You Mother me. I son you.
You act up. I can't get through.
These footsteps so ancient.
In your eyes I'm your infant.
Your ancient. Full circle.
In my eyes You're my infant.
Dead ball in our court
We've got a dead fall in our court
You just say, "life's so unfair."
You just say, "life's so unfair."
You need something to blame
But it's you, yes it's you
It's your truth
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