Man is a genius when he is dreaming.

8.11.12

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Akira Kurosawa
For me, filmmaking combines everything. That’s the reason I’ve made cinema my life’s work. In films painting and literature, theatre and music come together. But a film is still a film. A film is never really good unless the camera is an eye in the head of a poet. Movie directors, or should I say people who create things, are very greedy and they can never be satisfied… That’s why they can keep on working. I’ve been able to work for so long because I think next time, I’ll make something good. To have not seen the films of Satyajit Ray is to have lived in the world without ever having seen the moon and the sun. Man is a genius when he is dreaming.
by Akira Kurosawa (via Hedgehog in the Fog)

há dias...

8.11.12

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em que uma pessoa recebe a visita inesperada do "anjo da guarda". ou não tivesse eu levado com isto mesmo na testa (o desgraçado até ficou sem uma asa para o provar)! por pouco não me apanhou o olho.
escusado será dizer que levar com porcelana em cima doí que se farta.

there's nothing like a grown man crying

6.11.12

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A Young Girl's World by Daughn Gibson

não sei se é um mal comum

6.11.12

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mas de cada vez que tento desenhar alguma coisa é uma chatice porque ou faço tudo de enfiada ou nunca mais volto a pegar naquilo que deixei a meio.

dito isto, é possível que não volte a tocar neste.

desenho digital

You’re cheating yourself out of today.

5.11.12

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Today is calling to you, trying to get your attention, but you’re stuck on tomorrow, and today trickles away like water down a drain. You wake up the next morning and that today you wasted is gone forever. It’s now yesterday. Some of those moments may have had wonderful things in store for you, but now you’ll never know.
from Love, Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli (via talking to kafka)

It’s a Hard World for Little Things

1.11.12

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still from The Night of the Hunter

Dream, little one, dream
Oh the hunter in the night
Fills your childish heart with fright
Fear is only a dream
So dream, little one, dream.

in The Night of the Hunter