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I've seen around the "Black Swan" by Natalie Portman, on a veteran ballet dancer who keeps a great rivalry with a lot younger. I love the world of ballet, it seems very fragile, yet tough and gritty, where beauty and blood are part of the same. I once tried to get on your toes and twisting seemed even trying, but I see the dancers in the ballet and I seem so ethereal, so volatile, that I too would also like to n learn to fly, butand out lie.

FilmAffinity I have also seen the "Howl" on the controversial poem by Allen Ginsberg that resulted in a prosecution for obscenity after being published. The poem begins:

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angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery at night,
that poor and ragged and haggard and drugged pasaron night smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating on the tops of cities contemplating jazz, (...)

Short and the one place where I feel like because the poem is not breaks. The poem itself is a total madness .. The guy was so ago when he wrote that there was a point and followed, life was going at it too fast, the ink was burning in the veins.

The point is that next year will also get "On the Road adaptation of Kerouac's work, my friend mentioned above. Seem to have accumulated postig in Hollywood, and it leaves Kristen Stewart in a role post-crepuscular (hopefully better).

The Beat Generation in general were all pretty intoxicated and consumed by their addictions, and I guess I lived fucked and tormented by such fire, but reading is not bad. These people I feel sorry but they were geniuses, only to be left to destroy themselves. Nobody can take away, however, that influenced Western culture in a way amazing, especially Kerouac, Ginsberg and Burroughs, proclaiming absolute freedom. Kerouac apparently greatly influenced Murakami so we have to read it also & amp; eacute; No, but I hope to live Murakami Masy not die of cirrhosis (poor man).

I've also seen a Sofia Coppola about money and fame and happiness if they . Oh, and of course, is also due Sin City 2, Batman 3, and the Lion King 3D.

Cinema wants to make me happy ...! But we know that a film is nothing without anyone to discuss it, and that to me is a person that I love talking about the movies after seeing them (in addition of late).

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That evening, Tom went alongBill in the heart of the forest.

Sitting at the foot of the old oak long looked to the eyes, in silence.

had lost track of time.

the dry rustle of leaves blowing in the wind and the rustling of the branches, wrapped bubble of intimacy they had created around him with a glance.

"They're talking about Bill whispered cautiously, comor if it reveals a terrible secret. He seemed unsure to speak, but his hands trembled no longer.

- Who? He asked in the same confidential tone, almost playing. No judge was in his mind its quirks, not anymore. Wanted to feel good over anything.

Then I noticed. A cold flame.

Tom felt the fear of the boy through the pores of your skin. CHT MLXC

was this fear of being misunderstood, of being rejected because of who he was, and kept him lurking, always waiting a cry or a gesture of contempt. Tom could not blame him after what he did. Bill's eyes were scared of a blow to his conscience.

-. "The trees whispered, pointing to his about-They talk.

Hearing such a statement, Tom thoughtI could not help laughing ... but the laughter did not come. Sitting there among the strongest roots of an old oak tree and surrounded by the sounds of nature, the idea did not seem so farfetched. Do not believe it was true, I just wanted to know why Bill thought he was.

- Do they talk? "He smiled," My mother told me that some nights screaming and wailing arose inside the forest, you know the legends ... but did not know they spoke.

CHThave heard some real music again, if he had a radio or at least an old record player. He wanted himself with all his might, how you can live without some good music?

"Last night, when you ... when you left, Tom nodded regretfully ... sang just for me -. He sighed. She could talk about that moment, I could feel it, but he took his hand hard to encourage him to follow. I needed to know what happened after his flight.Bill was in a place that he could never achieve "And remember that I have a gift for you," the boy's tender look on his skin tingled Do you?

For answer he jumped and hung from his neck, dragging them both to fall back on the grass, laughing.

- Okay, I'll take that as a yes -. A sincere laughter lightened her heart.

Bill Changing emotions always overflowed, sweeping away their own. Someone feel so strongly was beautiful and; NDOS of its flavor.

Tom came over and spread his hands, filling to the brim with clear water. Bill, wet and smiling, he also endorsed under the spout. It splashed each other, were soaked together in freshness, and played finger rubbing under water with your finger and palm to palm, in small strokes wet.

Bill's skin looked paler droplets cover, her eyes bright and dark.

Tom felt a strong heat in the chest, a strangeweakness that could not explain.

"Let's eat here," said Bill. And he left.

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The boy sat near the source, without any dramas. I knew that seek a logical point of Bill's behavior was lost time.

only smiled when, a few minutes later saw him arrive with the shirt

raised and bent at the waist, carried snacks and left with other things. Do you like chicken? I also put some slices of cheese.

-Ummm, 'shi', "agreed with his mouth full of berries. The sweet juice bursting between your teeth and lips dyed a bright pink.

teníaa before his eyes a Bill other than the fact that he had found a lump under the old oak, as if ice water had cleared both the mud and misery.

Com & iacustore because others do not hear, Tom. I never understood "His voice had a sad let-.Debes to think I'm weird, like the townspeople -. Tom was silent.

"No matter what people say, Bill sighed" We're all weird, each in our way Look at me! Always with my cap, my dreadlocks and my clothes perfectly waxed six sizes larger. These are my treasures and not change it for anything if you knew what the dudes say about me frowning in this poky old town! -The boydelivered listened, captivated by every word, and the vanity of Tom made a guest appearance, but I despise them and their fucking opinions! I do not care a shit!

do you say, Bill, do you despise? Said with an air of challenge.

"Okay, disregarded," said little flushed.

"Okay, well then ... trees or say something better we willand made him fall, leaving it up. Victoria.

"Okay, you win, agreed, raising his hands in peace" I let you go you and your plants talk "The boy, sitting on it as a clear winner, opened his big eyes with indignation. What you forgive me MY life? He said, emphasizing the words "Now well see ...

And Bill kept his threat: rolled in the grass, laughing till you drop and be rendered, tombI can.

Bill smiled, his face was an enigma.

"They say I'm glad to hear that," sighed quietly, closed his eyes. Tom threw an arm around her shoulders, bringing it gently to your body, and the boy thanked him with a soft purr.

Bill had understood the intimate message of the forest, but preferred to remain silent.

Tom never know what secrets he had whispered the rumor sourceXC

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At the foot of the old oak was Bill's backpack, and he kept his treasure lovingly stone in one of his thousand pockets, but not before a little caress finger and whisper little tenderness indecipherable.

Tom walked away, looking for the first star of the night.

In luch as a child. The books have been my toys and my friends when no one else teníaa, but ... "the boy stood still, remembering ... your joke before with a movie, right? .. . since I have not ever gone, you know? I read once that was amazing.

"But, Bill ... In the village there is a film since ... I dunno, I think forever ... Why? "The question hung in the air for a few seconds.

CHas did your grandfather?

Bill refused profusely.

- So?

"Well, he loves me! and only wants the best for me. Then ... "His voice broke.

Tom approached the boy and clasped at the waist, and then he clung to his neck

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We were where the computer. We were sitting and you were doing something. I went to the room and when I stood and pulled me towards you and kissed me with much love, kisses you apart. And you said:

- We can not let this happen to us again, we can not separate that we had very bad.

And I said,

- Of course not, we'll never part. But you have to promise.

And you said:

- I promise. Although in the end sure you're the one that hits me the kick ...

And I said,

- What nonsense you ... But if pAnimals are fucking out of control, with hunger and thirst for champagne gold, as he said.

And I, the brainless extraterrestrial, who was alone in the nebula, making apology for a quiet life in a beautiful rose bushes pruning chandal an early Saturday morning while doing surprise cake in the oven for when the sun wakes have it fresh and eat it and then fucked in the shower love against the wall, we dress and go for a walk, maybe a bike if achievement not collapse, and if not walking, walking and running until I burst the lungs of longing and happiness, and then re-; Home or eating out, and in the afternoon to let you see the game and I mind my business and make my earrings and my suspension and my dolls to sell on ebay, not for money but because someone might like what I think, then write and write looking out the window, or watching the fire in the fireplace and burning the retina like when I was playing Pequena not stop the fire with the stick, sometimes burned, and then when you finish the game and just wrote it take us dinner watching the fire, talking and laughing, finishing drawn anywhere, sleep early, and go to school Monday, the colegio or school of languages, or where the hell to work and feel good because my work means something and is hard and through it I feel the world and also pay me and in fact what else I can ask of life.

So that's what I am. A damn alien space junk. If not, how is it possible to forget?

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The next afternoon he returned to the forest.

Lying, watching the blue sky. It was a bright blue so deep that could serve as a decoration to a Hollywood movie. A few puffy clouds floating above his head, seemed placed each in its place by a god fan landscaping: rounded, Perfect-white ... were all that could be asked a cloud. He was quiet, light as a feather dancing in the breeze ... but there was no breeze. The wind was still. Nothing moved, not a speck of dust, not a blade of grass. Nothing.

closed his eyes, but everything was still open. Only his heart was still in motion. The world was a frozen image. I was sure that if threw a rock hard against the sky, it would shatter like a mirror. CHspace-time as a man.

clouds overhead were static, pristine, almost virginal. I felt like stain, screaming, fist break so perfectly. His grandfather would not like to do the cape of that, but he was not there to stop them, right? No, there was nobody there with him, he was alone. It was better not to think too much.

The intense blue of the sky was beginning to worry. It was clear that something was fucked in the universe, however it safe & iacutee; to looking so bright, so ... innocent.

Breathing became increasingly difficult.

He felt trapped, such as vacuum packaging.

The air grew thick, not reached his lungs, choking.

Suddenly he saw something in the distance: it was a warm glow, a golden loop spin and spin about itself as a dancer at last, something moved in the universe! Her dancing was hypnotic, so beautiful … all forces focused on the desire to get to it.

tried to shake legs and arms could not. Members felt heavy, terribly painful, but gradually began to react to will. After several painful attempts and ran towards the light, his only hope in hell that petrified. Corríay ran desperate, panting, ran to lose all sense of space, saw only light, was increasingly clear yes! Was a departure, the only solution, andhad it at hand. A little more, she could almost taste the fresh breeze in your lungs, just a little more and ...

- No! - Whole body crashed through a solid wall air, falling to the ground by the impact. It was impossible, the light was right there, why could not continue?

saw no obstacles, no walls ... nothing to prevent him from running to the exit.

Qticipated.

looked at the sky, blue sky that perfect American film in Technicolor.

gasping like a fish out of water , struggling for breath more oxygen.

A giant eye came through the clouds and watched from above.

silently wondered whether it might be that the eye of God. CH. He pushed his grandmother from the flames and threw several jugs of water to the root of fire, until only traces of smoke and ash.

-Tomi-woman to her grandson looked so excited, holding out his arms. Tom tenderly embraced her, pleased with his courage and good luck.

"It's over, grandmother stroked his gray hair to reassure her, though he still trembling knees. He was the man of the house and had to be at the height of the circumstancesances "Are you okay? Do you hurt yourself? He asked as he examined his face and arms looking injury. Had a large burn on the back of his hand, he needed a cure. Suddenly, like lightning, he was struck by the image of that day Bill roasted chestnuts in the fireplace, curled up beside him, licking his wound to heal. Revived the touch of your lips, your tongue gently on the skin, the freshness of your saliva. He missed a few seconds in the dream, in that pleasure extrañoy disturbing that basically made him feel guilty. CH TMLXC

-I to the cabinet by an ointment she suggested. 'Yes, that will best ... in this case'

dark thought with a smile as he walked away.

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After picking up the mess caused by fire, grandmother and grandson went to the room to call Simone at the hospital. Tom's father remained stable within the seriousness, just speak and could not move for the severe pain that caused the fractures (why ifntió a turnaround in the stomach to speak of 'pain'? was something beyond the simple concern compassion for his father. No, it felt intimate and remote, like the memory of a dream). He talked to his grandfather, but did not tell anything about the fire, would not load the environment with more dark clouds.

After the call is dropped in any way on the couch. He was exhausted,

and that it was neither lunch. Blessed youth. needed a shower. CHTMLan are given a scare (a slap, for example), run the risk of heart attack. But Tom knew it was not what most dangerous: some people never get out of that dream. The mind becomes entangled in an endless loop and never wake up, are lost in their own subconscious ... perhaps forever. They were like zombies, although they were out there eating brains of young idiots like in horror movies. They wander through the labyrinths of his mind,

disoriented, living with their ghosts in a parallel reality.

Tom 'skin crawl just thinking about it, was something terrifying.

- Am I sleepwalking? He asked in a whisper.

few months ago I would not even raised, but these days many things that seemed safe was reeling and did not know what to think.

always had very vivid dreams, since childhood. They were simple things: flying and then fell from the top (with the sense of 'Vertigo' so fecho as a malignant tumor. If you had this to Simone, the straitjacket no one took it off. I was losing my mind, dammit.

had to see Bill.

Tom covered his face with his hands.

Yes, Bill. Only Bill.

A skinny kid and shaggy that one day he slipped into his dreams and had become the center of his new world, an obsession of which I could not escape. may not want to.

Bill and his thin hands, his golden eyes, his face pale covered with tears.

This sweet and quiet boy had confided in him, had opened his heart, and he was left shattered by the grave of her only family .

Tom felt every tear shed and a pin stuck in his consciousness.

CH TMLXC The rag doll he threw a tragic smile from his corner, his mouth sewn curled in a grimace of warning. Picked him up carefully, I could almost hear the soft beat of his heart felt. Rough tangled strands of wool between her fingers was dreaming that Bill's hair, playing to soothe her grief.

In an oversight, grabbed her grandmother's sewing scissors long, sharp, and kept them in his backpack. He had had an idea.

CHTand served on this trip.

did not know how long he had been walking, starting to get tired.

Suddenly, he saw how far the ancient carved stone tomb, and his heart did a somersault of pure happiness. I had done!

ran with all his might to reach the clearing where Bill played as a child, but found none. Without thinking, on an impulse, he went to the mighty oakOmid, or something warm water. It congratulated himself for bringing juice and snacks 'just in case'. It was a fucking genius.

The wind swayed the branches of trees, filling the floor of leaves. The few flowers born in autumn have defended their pale color under the sun.

beginning to get cold.

Bill complained in his sleep, quietly muttering nonsense words. He curled his best in the wool of his sweater, hacda ... and drifted. When he awoke two hours had passed.

Bill, kneeling beside him, watching him curiously.

"Hello," he said in a barely audible whisper, nervously twisting his fingers in his lap.

"Bill was confused and only managed to say his name. Would not it be dreaming? There was a time when eyes closed, and open ah &, Lighter-Is there another Bill around here?

joking tone was evident, but the boy looked intently in all directions and finally shrugged.

"I think now," he muttered. Land on his hands trembled a little.

Tom noticed his nervousness, had not even looked into the eyes still.

"Well, cans better, right? I just want to be with Bill: You, "he said smiling, pointing with the index to reinforce his point. Bill was staring at her fingers restless-.Ya see what luck I have, I found just the Bill was looking for.

"I'm Bill," said safely, gently raising his voice and throwing a quick glance that Tom did not go unnoticed.

"No doubt, you are, boy's smile rmp; iacute; (had some fixing knighthood until he was a master in fighting with sword in IronMaster II, his favorite game), but in the end nothing. '

only dishonor'

he thought, poking fun at himself in silence.

"And do not you dream, right? "Looked him straight in the eye for the first time his voice was soft. Tom tensed abruptly. I had not thought ... but the boy took over which we

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Ya, ya, you're not alone, but I do, alone with people around, but nobody follows me in the hole in the soul more than my love imperturbable. What I can do? Will descend into the abyss or to stay between the earth removed by rain, blood or climb into the sky ...

Oh Michael, this ray you listed, it is trueor that does not stop, the switch turns off, but it's nice purity of feeling, the awesomeness of something that is above our heads, over the possible and the impossible, necessary and contingent. The only love that is love. The eternal beam.

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