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After viewing Time for Drunken Horses do not you draw a smile on his face until at least tomorrow.
left on the body you a mix of anger, anguish, distress. Disgust, revulsion. As eating human flesh.
is sad, but not as I am Sam. and not worth going to happen . No, not gonna happen. Because it's true. It is miserably true.
Drunken Horses Time is one of those middle eastern movies I like to see . Well, I do not know if I like see, because now I feel like a thousand deaths together. But I have them to do.
is the first feature film by Bahman Ghobadi, the director of Turtles Can Fly .
Yet they recommend. But know that you are going to shit the day.

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Today is perfect for watching Spirited Away.

Also known as Spirited Away and Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi , this movie turns out to be my favorite.

There is a place called mondosonoro.com which previously had a section recommending movies. One day I went and read about Everything is Illuminated. I decided to download it and see it. It seemed like a good movie, enjoyed it. Some time later I went back and saw that the next film was recommended Spirited Away. Had lower expectations than the first time but also her down.
I do not see a movie just like that. I mean, I like to get comfortable, to accommodate light, preferably having food around, make sure to have neither hot nor cold, and so on. I was still living in my parents' house. Condition my room for the occasion and gave play. The movie began with a moderate pace. He was giving space to the argument, knowing the characters, leaving clothing for music. The story is gentle, not like take a dip. Efforts are not only give them space. As if someone were to give a massage with the palms of the hands. As the film progresses, if the viewer allows the characters know that you are watching and they will hide and keep their conversations without losing their privacy. What happens is that one becomes part of that privacy. Also if the viewer allows it, the music will stop and will dress warmly and then follow it. You will be tickled. I will touch on the shoulder and hide in the other. Chihiro
sincere love. You untainted innocence. And certainly would play the piano very well.

The debate over whether happiness comes in the form of moments or if it is an attitude of life have come to myself for years and still do not know the answer. Moreover, for most of the time do not even know if I'm happy.

I do not know how much time had elapsed in the film but left it a moment. I realized that it had been submerged and I was huddled in the chair, hugging his knees and with a smile etched on his face. I knew a while ago was that way. The violins, winds and timpani had me breathless. Was just as far as always the answer to my dilemma about happiness. However, at that moment I knew I was still happy.

The film is a delight. Is love. Is traveling.

It's back to being a boy for a while. And that day is your birthday.

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Madrid, Day 4.

I'm in Spain and say "OK." I mean ... "OK." I do not say "ok" but "worth." Anyone. If my friend Juli hear me laugh more than when I heard about in portuñol. I think also a bit outraged because I think I want to do English, but not, I get naturally. I always stick regionalism.

On days like today, Madrid shit makes you cold.

Note: Mom, stay calm I went out with jacket and hat.

Today I went to the Museo de Arte Reina Sofía. I saw many works of Picasso and I realized that I love.
have a whole room where only Guernica, many spectators and two people all the time scrutinizing the public and shout "No photo!" No photo! ". I was curious and asked why no one could take pictures and djo me that people always forget to remove the flash and the work "has deterioriado considerably." That'sa.

My conflict with the painting resurfaced. Mind you, I know I get for post ignorant but I do not generate anything when I see a blank canvas with a black stripe. Let's see ... I know that is not "a blank canvas with a line black "is probably the distress of the painter by the infinite distance from the realization of utopias of oppressed peoples while the indifferent universe expands galaxies leaving in its wake, condensed into a black stripe. And maybe the type looked for hours canvas and had a profound introspective process, cut off his leg to his daughter, forced her to eat a woman celiac toasted ham and, in all their anger, guilt and anguish came to his shop and "bam!" gave the brushstroke.
Ponele. But I can not think that.
Still, eye, I realize I am ignorant and more, if I hear one that says something like "fuck, uncle, who could do that to me! "I packed for the guy. No, silly. No, brainy nuts, little, shit. You could not do even that. I do not say anything, eh, but I think some terrible things that long story.

The Miró Museum, everything was different. I had a guide, explained everything and all the lines on the canvas made sense.
That's good, I like it.

I'm freezing. Until later.

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