Golos.
1 - Adebayor/Walcott, Arsenal vs. Liverpool
2 - Jájá, Metalist vs. Besiktas
3 - Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Inter vs. Bologna
" We've been asked to pause for a 'reality check'.
We've been warned against offering the people false hope.
But in the unlikely story that is America,
there has never been anything false about hope."
(Foi nos pedido uma pausa para 'cair na real'.
Fomos avisados para não oferecer a este povo falsas esperanças.
Mas na invulgar historia de que é feita a America,
Jamais houve algo de falso na esperança.)
"I’m not talking about blind optimism here -- the almost willful ignorance that thinks unemployment will go away if we just don’t think about it, or the health care crisis will solve itself if we just ignore it. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about something more substantial. It’s the hope of slaves sitting around a fire singing freedom songs; the hope of immigrants setting out for distant shores; the hope of a young naval lieutenant bravely patrolling the Mekong Delta; the hope of a millworker’s son who dares to defy the odds; the hope of a skinny kid with a funny name who believes that America has a place for him, too."
THE PATIENT
- Read to me, will you? Read me to sleep.
KATHARINE (O/S)
"My darling, I'm waiting for you -
how long is a day in the dark, or a
week?
…the fire is gone now, and I'm
horribly cold. I really ought to
drag myself outside but then there
would be the sun…
I'm afraid I waste the light on the
paintings and on writing these
words…
We die, we die rich with lovers and
tribes, tastes we have swallowed
bodies we have entered and swum up
like rivers, fears we have hidden
in like this wretched cave…
…I want all this marked on my body.
We are the real countries, not the
boundaries drawn on maps with the
names of powerful men…
…I know you will come and carry me
out into the palace of winds, the
rumors of water… That's all I've
wanted - to walk in such a place
with you, with friends, on earth
without maps.
The lamp's gone out and I'm writing
in the darkness…"
Almásy, the English Patient, begins to sing - Szerelem,
Szerelem - until that also fades and is replaced by the
woman's tender lament heard at the beginning of the film,
singing for all that has been lost.
The sound of gun fire…
THE END.
Um romantismo
CLÁSSICO,
porém
ÚNICO
e por isso mesmo
ÉPICO.
