EMMA divagando en Wonderland
Este blog ha sido creado por un alma inquieta para estar en contacto con sus realidades, puentes, trigos, raices ... nuevamente en exilio de nuevos paraisos descubiertos...
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Luego de casi un año de inactividad en este blog y gracias a mi más reciente fiasco cinematografico (como simple y entusiasta espectadora claro), en mi género favorito de comedia romántica, aqui estoy nuevamente desempolvando este blog, cuyo titulo incluso ya esta mandado a recoger. Emma se encuentra de nuevo divagando por otros horizontes, y ha cambiado la preciosa Sierra Nevada y la magia de tenerlo todo de la Samaria, por el cosmopolita y romántico cielo parisino, digo cielo, enfin las nubes constantemente grises parisinas!
Bridesmaids es el título y lástimosamente por la pobre Kristen Wiig, quien lo escribe e interpreta la protagonista, es ridiculizada durante dos horas de film (bueno sobretodo Annie su personaje claro está)... típica comedia gringa, con la total de estereotipos (treintañera sola, raté y desesperada, sex friend, policia simpatico pero aburridísimo y por ende excelente partido, encuentros rioamnticos en los parqueaderos...).
Una indigestion generalizada bastante "retroalimentada" en imagenes es basicamente resultado de su primera y unica invitacion a comer a las bridesmaids; que extraño a mi parecer que estas situaciones puedan parecer o sugerirse cómicas... y le pasa de todo a la pobre en el avion a Las Vegas... nunca un vuelo me ha parecido tan largo, y tan cargado de lo que podria llamar verguenza ajena.
En suma, la idea es como siempre, solamente cantar un poco, despues de la corta aparición de Wilson Philips en la película, me quedé con esta super canción rondando en mi cabeza, y el mensaje es claro : gotta hold on !
I know this pain
Why do lock yourself up in these chains?
No one can change your life except for you
Don't ever let anyone step all over you
Just open your heart and your mind, mmm
Is it really fair to feel this way inside?
Chorus
Ooh some day somebody's gonna make you want to
Turn around and say goodbye
Until then baby are you going to let them
Hold you down and make you cry
Don't you know?
Don't you know things can change
Things'll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Can you hold on for one more day
Things'll go your way
Hold on for one more day (one more day)
You could sustain
Mmm or are you comfortable with the pain?
You've got no one to blame for your unhappiness (no baby)
You got yourself into your own mess (ooooooo)
Lettin' your worries pass you by (lettin' your worries pass you by)
Baby don't you think it's worth your time
To change your mind?
Chorus
Noo noo, some day somebody's gonna make you want to
Turn around and say goodbye
Until then baby are you going to let them
Hold you down and make you cry
Don't you know?
Don't you know things can change
Things'll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Can you hold on for one more day
Things'll go your way (oh things'll go your way)
Hold on for one more day
Breakdown
I know that there is pain
But you hold on for one more day
And you break free from the chains
Yeah I know that there is pain
But you hold for one more day
And you break free right from the chains
Chorus
Some day somebody's gonna make you want to
Turn around and say goodbye (and say goodbye)
Until then baby are you going to let them
Hold you down and make you cry
Don't you know?
Don't you know (no) things can change (no)
Things'll go your way
If you hold on for one more day, yeah
Can you hold on
Don't you know things can change
Things'll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Can you hold on
Can you hold on
Mmm Can you hold on baby
Won't you tell me now
Hold on for one more day
Cause it's gonna go away
Don't you know things can change
Things'll go your way
If you hold on for one more day yeah
Can't you change it this time
Make up your mind
Hold on Hold on
Hold on Hold on, baby hold on
Turn around, Just turn around baby
Hold on for one more day, Cause
It's gonna go your way
He laid quietly, softly breathing, warm and safe.
He lay close enough to her to feel the warmth of her breath.
With his eyes closed he thought of her, and tried to understand her. She was like the whole world.
When he came from the darkness she was the only one he knew.
He recognized her smell, and her voice, and even the way she moved, he was safe with her. She was always nearby, all he ever had to do was call, and she would come, she would hold him close, and
kiss him she would make the world feel right.
She rarely went away, for very long, and always came back, so glad to see him.
He lay there quietly and she was so close just the way he liked it. She began to roll away, he called for her, and she smiled.
She rolled back and kissed his forehead softly, "I'll be right back," she promised.
He laid and watched for her return, after a moment he got frightened and almost called for her. Then she returned, and leaned over him, She again kissed his forehead, and smiling she whispered,
"It's ok baby boy, Mommy is
here, and she loves you"
He wanted to answer, to tell her his feeling, but he couldn't make himself
understood. He softly curled the corners of his lips and smiled as he struggled for the words. He wanted to make them as sweet and soft as her words, but all that came out was a tiny noise that
meant nothing. He wanted to cry out; no matter how he tried he couldn't tell her his feelings.
How would she ever know how he loved her, he tried once more in vain to make the words come out. It was only then that he noticed her smile, at each soft noise he failed to make into a word and
each tiny smile he gave her she smiled.
His heart grew warm, and he slowly drifted off to sleep knowing that she knew what he meant!
La famosa femme nue de Botero en el museo de Bogota. Excelente
plasticidad, armonía en las posturas, voluptuosidad en las formas. Generosa.
Mi sobrinita favorita !