Guillermo del Toro

Presents

http://www.theorphanagemovie.com/

."..and into Usnelli's mind came words and words, thick, woven one into the other, with no space between the lines, until little by little they could no longer be distinguished, it was a tangle from which even the tiniest white spaces were vanishing and only the black remained, the most total black, impenetrable as a scream."
Italo Calvino (1958) The Adventures of a Poet, (in Difficult Loves, p.258)

http://www.neilshirreff.com/

The Pillow Book

Tongue

Whispering can be a rest from a noisy world of words.

Sigur Rós: “Ég Mun Læknast!”, from the Branches and Routes: A FatCat Records Compilation LP (2003)

Honey Bunny

http://it.qoob.tv/video/clip_view.asp?id=2807

Honey bunny
My baby girl friend
Sweetheart
My sugar girl friend
Where are you
Eyes of blue dear
You are my
My everyday girl
And everyday, everyday
I think of your smile

Oh darling
You're my darling
I can take you away
I can wonder with you
Wonder everyday
And darling
I can see you
When I close my eyes
And in my dreams
You're always there
Darling you remember
The days we would spend
And happy the place
I could take you there

We're like dreamers
In nice colors
Childlike dreamers
Underwater

We're the dreamers
In nice colors
And the colors
Are like summer

On and on
On and on
On and on
Oh

Vincent Gallo

Fur Alina

Alexei Lubimov: Arvo Pärt - Für Alina, for piano (composed 1976, recorded 1994), from the Pourquoi je suis si sentimental: Post Avant-Garde Piano Music from the Former Soviet Union LP (BIS, 1994)

Dust of Snow

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

Robert Frost

13 de Maio

Perguntas-me se quero que me mandes os meus

livros. Pelo amor de Deus, meu amigo, nem penses

nisso! Não quero ter comigo esses perigosos estimu-

lantes, que inflamam, que irritam o coração e o meu

já está demasiadamente exaltado. Careço apenas de

doces cânticos que me embalem e o meu Homero dá-

-mos generosamente. Quantas vezes nele tenho en-

contrado refrigério ao ardor do meu sangue! Porque

tu ainda não viste, estou certo, nada mais volúvel

nem mais irregular do que o meu temperamento

Acaso será preciso dizer-to, a ti, o meu bom

amigo, a quem tantas vezes fatiguei com os meus

modos bruscos, passando subitamente de um acesso

de desprezo a uma louca alegria e do abatimento me-

lancólico à tempestade do furor? Trato o coração

como se trata uma criança doente, satisfazendo-lhe

todos os caprichos.

Mas não o digas a pessoa alguma: quem o sou-

besse veria no meu procedimento um crime.

WERTHER
Goethe

The beautiful covers of "The Criterion Collection"

http://www.criterion.com/asp/

music by NICK CAVE

Light instalation by Robert Stadler

Light instalation at Saint-Paul Saint-Louis church / Nuit Blanche Paris 2007

http://www.robertstadler.net/lightinst1.html

the magic realism of Arnau ALEMANY

http://arnaualemany.com/index.php

Inside of the Ear