Si te gusta Michael Haneke:
Puede que todavía no lo sepas pero estás profundamente perturbado. Vas al cine a sufrir como alternativa espiritual a la autolesión física. Busca ayuda psicológica antes de que sea demasiado tarde.
Si te gusta Lars Von Trier:
No hay que ser un genio para saber que si tan identificado te sientes con la Trilogía de la depresión de Von Trier es porque tu mismo tienes una depresión de caballo. Tranquilo, no estás solo. Sabes que todavía hay esperanza para ti porque podría ser mucho peor. Podría, por ejemplo, gustarte Haneke.
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sing it as you want
The only thing that burns in hell,
Is the part of you that won't let go of your life.
Your memories, your attachments, they burn them all away.
But they're not punishing you, it's that..
They're freeing your soul. Relax.
Something's gone
This can't go on
It's all been wrong
For far too long
Through all these tears
No light appears
And all that trust
Is turned to dust
So one things clear
I want to heal
I want to heal
So break on through
For something true
'Cause love's confused
And i don't see
Sense in all of this
Something's got to give
You don't want to see
You don't want to see
Inside of me
You don't want to see
You don't want to see
Inside of me
In time..
You'll find..
In time..
You'll find..
You don't want to see
You don't want to see
You don't want to see
You don't want to see
You don't want to see inside of me
Is the part of you that won't let go of your life.
Your memories, your attachments, they burn them all away.
But they're not punishing you, it's that..
They're freeing your soul. Relax.
Something's gone
This can't go on
It's all been wrong
For far too long
Through all these tears
No light appears
And all that trust
Is turned to dust
So one things clear
I want to heal
I want to heal
So break on through
For something true
'Cause love's confused
And i don't see
Sense in all of this
Something's got to give
You don't want to see
You don't want to see
Inside of me
You don't want to see
You don't want to see
Inside of me
In time..
You'll find..
In time..
You'll find..
You don't want to see
You don't want to see
You don't want to see
You don't want to see
You don't want to see inside of me
bolas...
saio de casa e ainda está fresco. decido ir a pé. desço a serra, faço um desvio pelo centro da cidade para ir à farmácia que está aberta desde as oito horas. mais uma voltinha e chego ao trabalho. sento-me... merda! a braguilha está aberta. hoje que o outfit é neutro: calças de ganga azuis, uma t-shirt preta e cuecas fuschia com bolas brancas. bolas... ora, bolas!
a cena da guerra, talvez uma arte
afinal é bem simples. parece ser suficiente ter um bastardo ressuscitado, homens livres, um gigante e uma gaja inteligente. bastante inteligente.
pode juntar-se uma pitada de raiva e uma doce vingança.
pode juntar-se uma pitada de raiva e uma doce vingança.
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