domingo, 12 de maio de 2013

Ratatouille

Sempre que passa na TV e eu por acaso estou assistindo-a, e dá-lhe por acaso nisso, pois não sou muito chegado a TV, só noticiários, entrevistas, documentário ou coisas do gênero, revejo esse filme que acho lindo. Me emociono todas as vezes que Anton Ego coloca o garfo na boca e prova o tal do Ratatouille e vai lá trás quando comia esse prato, dito no filme como um prato de camponês, quando sua mãe o servia.

E nunca me esqueço da famosa palavra que pronuncia no final do filme: SURPREENDA-ME. 

Esse filme foi lançado em 2007, ano em que eu e minha irmã fazíamos das tripas coração para fazer um Centro de Alta Gastronomia dar certo em pleno Rio de Janeiro. Minha irmã é uma cozinheira de mão cheia e com uma mente muito criativa nessa área, aliás, como em todas as áreas em que a arte se faça presente, mas o mercado do Rio de Janeiro não estava, e se pouco me engano continua a não estar, pronto para esse tipo de comércio.

Nessa época me dediquei a ler sobre gastronomia e achei fascinante como os livros ligados a essa área podem lhe dar uma cultura singular sobre história, geografia e aspectos culturais do planeta. Daí também comecei a ver com outros olhos a indústria da moda, que é outra que descreve a história através desse viés.

É um filme que recomendo. Eu, pelo menos, sempre me emociono com ele.

Resumindo um pouco o filme, diria que a frase que mais combina com ele é: Nem todos podem se tornar grandes artistas. Mas um grande artista pode vir de qualquer lugar.

Quem disse que o mundo está acabando?

Isso para sabermos que os Russos não comem criancinha. Pelo menos não mais... hahahahahah!!!

I'll face it with a grin...

The Show Must Go On

Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My make - up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for ?
I guess I'm learning (I'm learning learning, learning)
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning (turning, turning turning)
Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah, yeah
Ooh, inside my heart is breaking
My make - up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Yeah yeah, whoa wo oh oh

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on) yeah yeah
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on)
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show

The show must go on (yeah)
the shom must go on

Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the show
On with the show
The show - the show must go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on

sábado, 11 de maio de 2013

Para os que só vêem miséria na Índia

Por incrível que pareça, ler para muitos já é difícil, por isso resolvi colocar esse vídeo. Aí tive outro espanto... Assistir um episódio desses também é dífícil, mas essa mesma pessoa que não consegue ver um vídeo desse, passa horas vendo um "Two and a Half Men". Vai entender...

Yes, we'll keep on trying..

Innuendo

One two three four

Ooh ooh

While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand
While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land
While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow
Till the mountains crumble into the plain

Oh yes, we'll keep on trying
Tread that fine line
Oh, we'll keep on trying
Yeah
Just passing our time

Ooh ooh

While we live according to race, colour or creed
While we rule by blind madness and pure greed
Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion
Through the eons and on and on

Oh, yes, we'll keep on trying, yeah
We'll tread that fine line
Oh oh we'll keep on trying
Till the end of time
Till the end of time

Through the sorrow all through our splendour
Don't take offence at my innuendo

Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh

You can be anything you want to be
Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be
Be free with your tempo, be free, be free
Surrender your ego - be free, be free to yourself

Ooh ooh, yeah

If there's a God or any kind of justice under the sky
If there's a point, if there's a reason to live or die
Ha, if there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask
Show yourself - destroy our fears - release your mask
Oh yes, we'll keep on trying
Hey, tread that fine line
(yeah) yeah
We'll keep on smiling, yeah
(yeah) (yeah) (yeah)
And whatever will be - will be
We'll just keep on trying
We'll just keep on trying
Till the end of time
Till the end of time
Till the end of time

Será que seria devido para os dias das Mães?


Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, oh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time

Goodbye everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
And face the truth

Mama, oh
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch
Will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me

Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Figaro, magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah!
No, we will not let you go
Let him go

Bismillah!
We will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah!
We will not let you go, let me go
Will not let you go, let me go, never
Never let you go, let me go

Never let me go, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh mama mia, mama mia
Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me, for me

So you think you can stone me
And spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me
And leave me to die?

Oh baby, can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows

sexta-feira, 10 de maio de 2013

Em falar nele...Uma homenagem.... CHICO ANYSIO!!!

Sempre me achei um cara engraçado, e muitos a minha volta contribuíram para isso, mas mais por ser triste por dentro. Mas não uma tristeza de solidão e sim uma tristeza de compreensão. De uma crescente compreensão da natureza humana. Não sei se entendeu isso, mas também não vou tentar explicar.

Está aí uma homenagem a esse homem que me passava esse sentimento.






Bom FDS...


With A Little Help From My Friends


Sem letra.... só sinta.... fala sobre amizade e como isso pode lhe ajudar no caminhar da vida... :)

Unchain My Heart

Adoro a voz desse cara... E como não ando bem de saúde, a única coisa que me levanta é uma boa música...



Unchain my heart
Joe Cocker

'Cause you don't care
Well, please, set me free

Unchain my heart, baby let me go
Unchain my heart, 'cause you don't love me no more
Every time I call you on the phone
Some fella tells me that you're not at home
Unchain my heart, set me free

Unchain my heart, baby let me be
Unchain my heart, 'cause you don't care about me
You got me sewed up like a pillow case
But you let my love go to waist
Unchain my heart, set me free

I'm under your spell, like a man in a trance, baby
You know darn well that I don't stand a chance

Unchain my heart, let me go my way
Unchain my heart, you worry me night and day

I live a true life of misery
And you don't care a bag of beans for me
Unchain my heart, please, set me free

Oh, my

I'm under your spell, just like a man in a trance, baby
But you know darn well that I don't stand a chance
Please, unchain my heart, let me go my way
Unchain my heart, please, set me free
Oh, set me free