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I love you all!

Did you know that I love you all, no!?
But ... but ... but ...
I would love to write: the conference (how nice!) 'S examination of doctoral approaching (that bad!), The story is going very well (how sweet!)' S experiment is finally starting (which fifa !), coexistence with the brother (what a show!).
But I'm lazy and tired. And I'm ashamed, because I know that you probably are (tired, I say, not lazy), yet find the same strength!
What to say to my detriment I see that kr c I do at the end of the day ...

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A few nights ago, in the grip of a delirious film and oppressed by dark yet pleasant solitude, I was fired in rapid succession, "The Discreet Charm of the bourgeoisie" and "Rosemary's Baby."



To the first I could not even know what to say. Film immense in its elegant simplicity. Film that deserves and needs definitely more of a vision. Certainly at first glance, you are amazed by the individual scenes, rather than by 'together. And by the visionary and visual Bunuel. It certainly has the ironic contrast between the ever-present pedantic manners of these gentlemen right-thinking people, and their trafficking cocaine, their betrayals, their sexuality ill. Sure
Bunuel speaks of a middle class that now has almost disappeared. In a world where almost everyone is middle class, almost no one is more in that direction. Let's say we also lost the good manners and veiled hypocrisy of that class, often remains unchanged vices. As if to say, no one would say more "Well, you just should not be seen as drinking a Dry Martini" ... but maybe we are all a bit 'more peasants. It 's strange that my reading is exactly the' opposite of that of Bunuel, but he has not had time to see the bourgeoisie to come.



strange juxtaposition, after "The charm ..." that of "Rosemary's baby", but maybe not so much. The film may have two interpretations. In fact, we do three. The first is that of 'great horror-thriller, almost investigation, I think. In addition to that of 'very good film as a cinematic technique and acting (Mia Farrow and John Cassavetes, mica Boldi & De Sica!). The second is certainly that of 'investigation into motherhood. Rosemary desperately wants her baby (who is uncertain about sex com, call "Sarah-or-Andy"), is ready to run away even from her husband who believes in cahoots with the congregation to rescue him. But in fact her child did not want to hurt the contrary, they want to worship with his son is the devil. And when she discovers the 'bitter truth will be her maternal instinct to prevail, rather than his Catholic upbringing ("I'm not asking to share our faith, but to be the mother of your child," says the head of the congregation).
C 'is then the third interpretation. The film of '68. And I asked myself: but with everything that happened in '68, Polanski, had no history of racconatare this? Perhaps a kind of refuge from the great social reality so tense at that time? Then I noticed that in the film, the congregation is composed of elderly gentlemen, distinguished, middle-class. Who do nothing but make the sock, the table as they should, offer sweets and tea. No freaks, no youths: a band of elderly respectable with the 'devil's hobby. So, I think, here it is the most hidden message of the film: Roman Polanski wanted to indicate how it was really bad, then, and who he really was.



Certainly it is ironic to note that he then had to find, especially at the expense of its poor Sharon Tate, sometimes the evil has also 'look like a freak with long hair and wild eyes. But that's another story ...

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And now for how long it will tear their balls?

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I have a wolf. Once I took him around, you know. With a certain nonchalance. I thought it was an animal like any other. I knew that could be dangerous, Christ, was a wolf! But I thought that because my wolf is not so bad. And then, of course, I take him back. Sometimes with a leash, sometimes even let him free without a leash muzzle it. The people do not find it so strange, some even liked my wolf. It 'an old story: danger and allure. In one way or 'another know it all. Danger and allure.
Then things got a little 'complicated. Because the wolf got into trouble. Biting, growling. And pulling on the leash. Uh, if pulled. And believe me, it was not a to be left to put the choke collar. Did not like anything to be pulled.
So, I said, the wolf got into trouble. And above all, scared some people. Sometimes people who were very close to me. People who wanted and want very well.
I tried to explain to them that in the end, even if with claws and sharp teeth, by God, it was my luck! It was not so bad after all. They said I was I do not understand, and that 's my affection for the cute little animal would not let me see what kind of a bitch bastard he really was. And they went.
Finally came the time that gray-haired bastard bit me. Jesus, me! His master, the one that gave him the choice morsels, and led him around the world.
E 'was then that I began to think to discard. But you also understand that it is not so easy to get rid of a wolf. L 'mica ENPA not take a wolf. Especially a spoiled like mine. Leave the highway did not seem like a good idea, both for moral reasons and for practical reasons. Furthermore it has always suffered from a sore 's car, the damn yellow eyes. I got to the point of thinking, well, get it over with. A shot and go. Then bury it somewhere and goodnight to the bucket. There are
come very close. We were there, I on one side and all his' other end of the gun. My eyes ran down the barrel, came to the viewfinder and ended up straight in his yellow eyes. It simply did not make 'I did it. Why for that canidate by the treacherous had pointed ears, 's just evil and treacherous, had always given the right for a couple of sghigni of the good ones. This short, we spent good times together. I could not pull the trigger.
Then the 'I put in the cellar. E 'locked. I give him to eat a little. Partly because I want deboluccio remains. Yes, because the cellar door is not so strong. And he's strong, very strong. So a little 'meat every now and then, just because they do not crack. But not enough to have had any ambition to escape.
Because, you see, I'm sure he would not have my own qualms. I am convinced that to give him the ' at the beast I would sink its jaws into the neck with great pleasure. And I, I want my neck. Even as is, without additional vents.
I must confess one thing. Every time I go down to the cellar to give it that little 'meat, I'm afraid. Why from time to time I want to bring a bit 'to walk my wolf. Then go find out why.