Cuando esperamos el tiempo desaparece, y nos encontramos en un limbo que poco tiene que ver con lo que normalmente experimentamos como "paso del tiempo".
Cuando esperamos, ansiamos a que aquello (bueno o malo) llegue, pase. Nos cuesta relajar, pensar que el hay que darle tiempo al tiempo y que las cosas que tengan que pasar pasen. Las que no, también. Y como dice Jorge Drexler, por algo será.
Espero que esta sensación de tiempo indescriptible sea pasajera y vuelva a mi linea temporal normal, habitual, rutinaria... pero acaso, no son este tipo de rupturas las que nos hacen sentir algo semejante a aquello que todos buscamos?
Referido a este tema hay dos películas que me parecen dignas de plantear. Una es Cast Away...
We both had done the math. Kelly added it all up and... knew she had to let me go. I added it up, and knew that I had... lost her. 'cos I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So... I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I - , I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over *nothing*. And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I'm back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass... And I've lost her all over again. I'm so sad that I don't have Kelly. But I'm so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?
Y por otro lado La Terminal...
Eat to bite... bite to eat, bite to eat, bite to eat, bitetoeat bitetoeat bitetoeatbitetoeatbitetoeatbitetoeat...
I was born in a rainy burg in Nottingham in 1975. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's grammar.
I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara.
Her wrists.
Her wrists were beautiful.
I sat in biology class staring at the pickled rabbit fetus while Mr. Herd said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew.
Sara did. I didn't.
In 1994, I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I moved to London to go to college and study drama.
My mother said I broke her heart.
But it was my integrity that was important.
Is that so selfish? It sells for so little but it's all we have left in this place...
It is the very last inch of us...
London.
I was happy in London. I played Dandini in Cinderella. The world was strange and rustling with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathlessglamour.
Work improved.
I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 2006, I starred in "The Salt Flats." That's where I met Ruth. We fell in love.
Every Valentine's Day she sent me roses and, oh god, we had so much.Those were the best three years of my life.
In 2010, they came. And after that there were no more roses...
Not for anybody.
Why are they so frightened of us?
They burned her face with cigarettes and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her.
I didn't blame her. God, I loved her but I didn't blame her. But she did.
She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch.
Oh, Ruth.
They came for me. They shaved off my hair. They held my head down a toilet and told lesbian jokes. They brought me here and pumped me full of chemicals. I can't feel my tongue. I can't speak.
It is strange that my life should end in such a terrible place but for three years I had roses and apologized to nobody. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish...
Except one.
An inch.
It is small and fragile and it's the only thing in the world that's worth having. We must never lose it or sell it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
I don't know who you are but I hope you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and things get better and that one day people have roses again.
I don't know who you are but I love you. I love you.
Me hace mucha gracia la película Along Came Polly (Mi Novia Polly). Es una peli muy boluda para reirse y pasarla bien un rato. Lo que si, rescato la siguiente secuencia, posta...
Claude: "Is like the story of the hippo."
Reuben: "I'm not familiar with that story."
Claude: "The hippopotamus, he is not born going, 'Cool bean, I am a hippo.' No way, Jose. So he tried to paint the stripe on himself to be like the, uh, the zebra, bet he fool no one. And then he tried to put the spot on his skin to be like the leopard, but everyone know he is a hippo. SO at certain pont, he look himself in the mirror, an he just say, 'Hey, I am a hippopotamus, and there is nothing I can do about it.' And as soon as he accepts this, he live life happy. Happy as a hippo. You understand?"
The perfect world was a dream that
your primitive cerebrum kept
trying to wake up from. Which is
why the Matrix was re-designed to
this: the peak of your
civilization.
I say 'your civilization' because
as soon as we start thinking for
you, it really becomes our
civilization, which is, of course,
what this is all about.
Evolution, Morpheus. Evolution.
Like the dinosaur. Look out that
window. You had your time.
The future is our world, Morpheus.
The future is our time."
Virus:
"I'd like to share a revelation
that I've had during my time here.
It came to me when I tried to
classify your species. I've
realized that you are not actually
mammals.
Every mammal on this planet
instinctively develops a natural
equilibrium with the surrounding
environment. But you humans do
not. You move to an area and you
multiply and multiply until every
natural resource is consumed and
the only way you can survive is to
spread to another area.
There is another organism on this
planet that follows the same
pattern. Do you know what it is?
A virus.
Human beings are a disease, a
cancer of this planet. You are a
plague. And we are... the cure."
"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. 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, I know. 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." (Ricky Fitz)
"Men, it's been a long war, it's been a tough war. You've fought bravely, proudly for your country. You're a special group. You've found in one another a bond, that exists only in combat, among brothers. You've shared foxholes, held each other in dire moments. You've seen death and suffered together. I'm proud to have served with each and every one of you. You all deserve long and happy lives in peace."
A couple of quotes... while I still can connect with those old stuff...
GOD:
"I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt."
LOVE:
"Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
BEAUTY:
"Why is it, that a dog, sleeping in the sun, is so beautiful, y'know, it is, it's beautiful, but a guy, standing at a bank machine, trying to take some money out, looks like a complete moron?"
LIFE:
"I don't know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad when something nice happens."
PARENTS:
"Everybody's parents fucked them up. Rich kids parents gave them too much. Poor kids, not enough. You know, too much attention, not enough attention. They either left them or they stuck around and taught them the wrong things."
POEM:
Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?
"El papa de mi mama un señor italiano muy mayor fue el primero en pasar cine en el interior de cordoba, y conozco muchas historias de el pero contadas porque no llegue a conocerlo, entonces cuando vi esa peli es como que le puse a mi abuelo la cara de ese señor por una cosa asociativa."
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
"I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time... For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars... And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined our street... Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper... And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird... And Janie... And Janie... And... Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off 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." (Lester Burnham)
La frase atribuida a Gustavo Cerati tiene mucha verdad. La idea fue desarrollada en su momento por Friedrich Nietzsche, quien en buena hora definió lo siguiente:
"Lo grande del hombre es que es un puente, y no una meta; lo que se puede amar en el hombre es que es un tránsito y un acabamiento (Ein Ebergang und ein Untergang). Yo amo a los que no saben vivir sino como extinguiéndose, porque esos son los que pasan al otro lado."
Muchas cosas cruzan por un puente. Tal vez es un cruce que dura toda una vida, sino es que el puente se rompe. En algún momento también hay viento, buscás refugio y esperás el otro día para volver a salir.
Los puentes se cruzan y la gente se conecta. Incluso se puede invitar a alguien a que camine junto a vos. No obstante, cada uno tiene su propio puente, del material que esa persona eligió. Lo fantástico es que no se crean por generación espontánea. No. Es la voluntad de dos personas para empezar los cimientos ("cruza el amor por el puente"), y es hasta la adolescencia de ese ser humano que las dos personas subsidian esa vida.
En fin... la imagen que les dejo es de la película que se hizo a partir del clásico de Isaac Asimov, Yo Robot. Me parece muy representativo de hasta donde se puede llegar...
