Breathing

Already breathing Greece, all over... Almost there.

Lava, by Alkestis Protopsalti.

Acceptance

Definition: Acceptance is when a person agrees to experience a situation, to follow a process or condition (often a negative or uncomfortable situation) without attempting to change it, protest or exit.

I am almost there. But there are exits and there are 'exits'.

Dogtooth

Very original, disturbing. It´s so shocking, I feel bad for having laughed so much. I´ve become an expert in black humour...

Kynodontas (Dogtooth), by Giorgos Lanthimos.

Thorns

There is this expression in greek, "going barefoot on the thorns", which means getting into a difficulty unprepared. Couldn´t it also mean getting knowingly hurt? We know thorns are sharp and still we go ahead, barefoot, and step on them. Can we then blame the thorns?

Where did I put my shoes?

A flare

A flare explodes in the night
And my heart breaks, I saw you in the light
The pieces became a new land
And in the change I see with different eyes

All things are the same if you don't love them
All things stay the same if you don't fancy them
And all those that are, become again
Through your own eyes...

From Fotovolida (Flare), by Orpheas Peridis

Reflexions

Reflexos - Movimento Circular, by Bernardo Sassetti (from the album Motion)

Being 5 (II)

"- Mum, you know I can fly."
"- Are you a bird? Have you got wings?"
"- I have a dream that flies and takes me with it."

Being 5

"- Son, today we started our day fighting and that left me very sad."

"- Forget about it, mum. That way, we can be happier."

I wish I was 5. I wish I could simply forget to be happy.

Come back

Come back often and take hold of me,
sensation that I love, come back and take hold of me -
when the body's memory revives
and an old longing again passes through the blood,
when lips and skin remember
and hands feel as though they touch again.

Come back often, take hold of me in the night
when lips and skin remember...

Come back, by C.P.Cavafy (recited by Elli Lambeti)

Night in the highlands

The puma comes by night
(quichua poem)

Comes the puma
through the night
across the highlands
on feet of silence
seeking blood
comes the puma.

Comes the moon
through the night
over the highlands
with fingers of light
full and round
comes the moon.

Comes the constellation of the Llama
through the night
over the highlands
with eyes made of stars
born in shadows
comes the Llama.

Comes the wind
through the night
across the highlands
with mouth wide open
shouting, wailing
comes the wind.

Comes the ice
through the night
across the highlands
with crystal fingernails
sparkling with cold
comes the ice.

Puma and moon
constellation of Llama
wind and ice
beautiful enchantment.
Night in the highlands
thus am I fed.

A good week

After all, what makes a week good? That´s what I´ve been mainly thinking about, trying to put together all the little pieces. Just in case I might be able to repeat it, some time soon.

A good week is made of the absence of previous plans; lots of good films; good books; small discoveries; time alone; dreaming of travelling. Putting all the rest aside. For a while. For ever?

Estômago

What a sweet expectation I feel when the lights go out in a cinema room and the projector starts working.

This one is the last in a row of great films I watched this week. It´s intelligent, funny, beautifully written... Delicious.

Estômago, by brazilian Marcos Jorge.

La teta asustada

How to take the fear out? By trusting, by dreaming, by being able to accept a gift smiling... By singing songs.

La teta asustada, by peruvian Claudia Llosa.

Whisky

It´s about lost opportunities, feelings untold, routines, a wish to dream, to break free. It´s beautifully sad. It makes us laugh, if we don´t see ourselves in it.

Whisky, by uruguayans Juan Pablo Rebella and Pablo Stoll.