How to pop a cloud

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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Slumdog Milionaire

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Aranjuez mon amour

Amalia Rodriguez, portuguese singer, fado (1920 - 1999)

Monday, January 26, 2009

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Written by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

San Francisco

Picture taken in San Francisco, California
Today someone read me St. Francis of Assisi.
I listened and couldn’t believe my ears.
How could a man who was so fond of things
Never have looked at them or understood what they were?
Why call water my sister if water isn’t my sister?
To feel it better?
I feel it better by drinking it than by calling it something –
Sister, or mother, or daughter.
Water is beautiful because it’s water.
If I call it my sister,
I can see, even as I call it that, that it’s not my sister
And that it’s best to call it water, since that’s what it is,
Or, better yet, not to call it anything
But to drink it, to feel it on my wrists, and to look at it,
Without any names.
Fernado Pessoa, portuguese poet (1888 - 1935)