Saturday, September 30, 2006

It's a Janis Joplin kind of month

The Rose - Janis Joplin

Some say love, it is a river,
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor,
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
that never, learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
that never, takes the chance.
It's the one, who won't be taken,
who cannot, seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying,
that never, learns to live.

When the night has, been too lonley,
and the road has been too long.
That you think that love is only,
for the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed that with the suns love,
in the spring becomes the rose.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Thank you Luc Besson

Luc Besson Says Latest Film His Last

Angel-a, The Big Blue, Joan of Arc, La Femme Nikita.
Those are the films I've seen so far of Luc Besson's. Out of the ordinary and unexpected plots, emotionally extravagant (the more extravagant the easier the self-questioning and/or non-identification), gorgeous scenery and ensemble... Yet all those movies leave you feeling there was something not quite right about the message. Thank you Luc Besson.