miércoles, 12 de octubre de 2011

Midnight in Paris.

All men fear death. It's a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven't loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman's heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal.

Ernest Hemingway.

Película sorprendente y vieja conocida (recalco que cuando digo "vieja conocida" me refiero a que la vi al poco tiempo de ser estrenada). Por otra parte, párrafo recientemente re-descubierto por Álvaro Gómez de la Vega Jiménez, el niño que tiene más apellidos que altura (y miren que eso es mucho decir). Con él, también re-descubrí Roma de una forma que, casi casi, llega a los niveles en los que Woody transforma París.

Digamos que hoy, de re-s va la cosa.