ESTAÇÕES DIFERENTES

"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear."

Stephen King - "Different Seasons"


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quinta-feira, setembro 18, 2003



RICKY:

It was one of those days when it's
a minute away from snowing and
there's this electricity in the
air, you can almost hear it, right?
And this bag was like, dancing with
me. Like a little kid begging me
to play with it. For fifteen
minutes. And that's the day I knew
there was this entire life behind
things, and ... this incredibly
benevolent force, that wanted me to
know there was no reason to be
afraid. Ever.

Video's a poor excuse. But it
helps me remember... and I need to
remember...

Sometimes there's so much beauty
in the world I feel like I can't
take it, like my heart's going to
cave in."





LESTER:
"I guess I could be pretty pissed
of f about what happened to me...
but it's hard to stay mad, when
there's so much beauty in the
world. Sometimes I feel like I'm
seeing it all at once, and it's too
much, my heart fills up like a
balloon that's about to burst...

And then I remember to relax, and
stop trying to hold on to it, and
then it flows through me like rain
and I can't feel anything but
gratitude for every single moment
of my stupid little life...

You have no idea what I'm talking
about, I'm sure... but don't
worry...

You will someday."


Quando vejo este filme, fico sem conseguir falar coerentemente durante meia hora. Pairo. E fico feliz por estar vivo para poder ter uma experiência como esta com uma criação artística. Se a arte consegue provocar-nos isto, explica absolutamente a irredutivel necessidade da sua existência.

Abraços

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