Movies

The Boat That Rocked.

To all our listeners, this is what I have to say – God bless you all. And as for you bastards in charge, don’t dream it’s over. Years will come, years will go, and politicians will do fuck all to make the world a better place. But all over the world, young men and young women will always dream dreams and put those dreams into song. Nothing important dies tonight, just a few ugly guys on a crappy ship. The only sadness tonight is that, in future years, there’ll be so many fantastic songs that it will not be our privilege to play. But, believe you me, they will still be written, they will still be sung and they will be the wonder of the world.

The Count, from the movie “The Boat That Rocked”.

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You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.

Esta tarde he ido al cine a ver Origen (en inglés, Inception). Aún no estoy segura de lo que he visto, pero me ha gustado. Ver cómo las calles de París se doblan hasta formar un cuadrado, o que Joseph Gordon-Levitt se pase una parte de la película flotando en el aire es algo curioso.

La recomiendo.

You’re waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you can’t be sure. But it doesn’t matter – because we’ll be together.

I’ve seen Inception this afternoon. I’m still not sure what I’ve seen, but I’ve liked it. To see the streets of Paris bend until form a square, or that Joseph Gordon-Levitt spends a part of the movie floating in the air is quite curious.

I recommend it.

Days of me.

Cómo cuando era pequeña y estábamos en clase de dibujo, y yo me esmeraba por hacer que la naranja que estaba pintando pareciera lo más real posible; y el profesor se acercaba y me decía: “Muy bien, lo estás haciendo muy bien.”. Cómo cuando entrenaba con el equipo de balonmano y acabábamos tronchadas de risa en el suelo porque no éramos capaz de coger ni un sólo pase. O cómo cuando aquella señora nos compró a mi prima y a mi un dibujo de la princesa de Aladdin por 25 pesetas. Cómo Tom Hansen, personaje de 500 days of Summer (aunque él por razones diferentes).

Me siento orgullosa y satisfecha.

Like when I was young and we were in art class, and I put a lot of effort in making that orange that I was drawing look as real as possible; and the professor told me: “Very good, you are doing a very good job.”. Like when I trained with my handball team and we all ended up laughing and rolling on the ground because we weren’t capable of catch a pass. Or like when that old lady bought my cousin and me that drawing of the princess of Aladdin for 25 pesetas. Like Tom Hansen, character of 500 days of Summer (but he for different reasons).

I feel proud and satisfied.

So… it’s official, nobody needs me anymore.

She is a mystery… an enigma… giving, caring, beautiful, intelligent… the very icon of an artist’s wife.

He estado trabajando de noche ocho días. Ha sido agotador, pero disfruto de cuatro días libres que se me están haciendo muy cortos. Ayer fui al cine a ver “The Private Lives of Pippa Lee” y me gustó mucho. Me sentí muy identificada en un par de momentos, incluso oyendo frases que oigo casi a diario.
Me gustaría hacer lo mismo que hizo la joven Pippa en un momento puntual: salir corriendo, sin mirar atrás.

Después de la sesión de cine, me convertí en madre de un maravillosísimo MacBook Pro. Estoy enamoradita, lo protegeré con la vida.

Parece que las cosas me van saliendo mejor de lo que esperaba. Es una sensación bonita.

I’ve been working the night shift for eight days straight. It has been exhausting, but now I’m enjoying four free days that are being far too short. Yesterday I saw “The Private Lives of Pippa Lee” and liked it a lot. I felt so identified with a couple of moments, even listening to things I listen to daily.
I would love to do the same that the young Pippa did: start running, never looking back.

After the movie, I became the mother of a wonderful MacBook Pro. I’m so in love, I’ll protect it with my life.

It seems that things are going better than I expect. It’s a nice sensation.