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heferstion @ 2005-12-17T17: 20:00 Match Point

just great xD

Pues sí, damas y caballeros. Asistimos a la muerte de Lestat tal y como fue concebido: el magnífico vampiro, arquetipo de la maldad y ejemplo perfecto de Hijo de las Tinieblas, ha muerto. Se ha convertido en un vampiro memo y bobo que no para de hablar de santos y de salvación.

 

Y no entiendo por qué, ya que no puede morir xD

 

El Lestat que nos presentó Louis, peligrosamente deseable, y el mismo que se autopresenta en Lestat, el vampiro , sufrió mucho cuando perdió su cuerpo por un deseo estúpido de volver a ser mortal. Además, what's this nun ... With Memnoch, a great book, Rice could have made clear their cosmology and Christian sentiment, but no, had to write this book, continuing Sanctuary and third volumes of the union of the Witches Chronicles, featuring a Lestat is not doing what he wants. In this new character, consolidated with Catholic beliefs Rice, imagine one is not a new Claudia, or the taking of David Talbot. In fact, just imagine it a killing a fly.

If it is true that a couple of chapters of the book, dedicated to hunting, always, thugs and villains, show remnants of that ruthless vampire, lord of the night. But they are just that, a couple of chapters.

History, personally, has made me heavy. The character of Mona Mayfair lazy, moody, childish and careless. Quinn is the same Sanctuary, that is, a character who is far from the classics of the series in all respects. The theme of the Taltos, having spent her third installment in the saga of the Witches, I've seen too superficial. Maybe write more would have been heavy for the followers of this saga, but for those who "only" have read the Chronicles, or at least to me, the looseness with which is the subject is astonishing. It is a story that unfolds slowly in its genesis, but picks up speed almost chaotic in the resolution.

and resolution ... if the thief with bodies the end could be tremendous, with the selfish act of Lestat, this finding shows how it has become a complete sissy. An act that not even Louis would have done.

, I suppose that the death of her husband will be reaffirmed his Catholicism, but that Catholicism has been charged with Lestat. Because there still was not dead xD

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Sin duda alguna la comparación con delitos y faltas es innegable. Pero en fin, podemos decir que haciendo una película al año, Woody Allen puede permitirse la licencia de refilmar sus ideas. Además, si lo hace bien...

Me centraré únicamente en Match Point pues. Es una grandiosa película, sin duda alguna. El tema está cribado, incluso por el propio Allen, pero esta pelícual es genial: la suerte, el azar, está aquí mucho más presente. La vida no es más que un camino donde no controlamos apenas nada, por no decir absolutamente nada. Con poca perspectiva vital, puedo mirar atrás, y ver hace no muchso another idea last year of my mind, is far from the present. So today I see my future, well, we'll see when the day comes.

decided on very few things, but we think they are all. We do not control our lives, but also it is written in a great book. Things simply happen, and we act accordingly. But at least we still have the consolation of understand why we decided .

And certainly the end, much more gruesome and visual than crimes and misdemeanors is less reflective. Be fair and good leads nowhere, to be the opposite, either. There is nothing to level the scales of Justice , since "justice" is nothing more than a word. Even the consciousness can lead to destruction. Any day you can finish everything by a stroke of bad luck, and total time, no one will remember and our bones.

Anyway, it's best to live each day as if it were to be the last, no doubt. Although often be something very complicated: it seems we have much time to do things ...

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Yesterday I saw this film by Isabel Coixet, co-starring Tim Robbins and Sarah Polley.

The story, set in an oil rig for the most part, tells the stories of each one of those who are in it: lonely, by choice or by force, which are seen floating in the ocean, surrounded by vastness and solitude, pondering their own miseries.

The heroine, Hanna, is quiet and reserved. For much of the footage from their eyes and ears see and hear the personal stories of workers from the rig, quiet and lonely people, who prefer to live and be left alone with its internal troubles.
Josef, who injured citizens Hanna an "accident" on the platform, temporarily blinded, he starts to bare his soul to it. Little by little secret all his life, his innermost thoughts and secrets, conversacioens emerge in keeping with his nurse.
Mas si bien todos van revelando poco a poco su yo interno, Hanna no cuenta nada, hasta bien avanzada la trama, donde sincerándose de uan forma terrible, muestra todo su pasado: el horror de la narración de Hanna hace que toda la sala enmudezca y contenga el aliento, aunque brota más de una lágrima.
Josef es evacuado, y Hanna vuelve a su vida anterior, basada en la monotonía de un trabajo mecánico. Pero algo ha cambiado en ella. Josef, por su parte, la busca, y auque aquí la cinta comete en opinión mía y de la persona que me acompañó a ver la película un exceso de reivindicación un tanto... absurdo (aunque con una moraleja final bastante plausible), y finalmente la encuentra. Hanna entonces decide to surrender to their feelings and attempt to live.

The film is interesting to the point of inflection that occurs with Hanna's confession, then it becomes excruciating. Sample, without a single image, the horror of civil war, although he had a tremendous impact in the nineties, is now forgotten. Shows how the human being dies without actually physically stop living as man is capable of committing heinous inhuman acts justified by God knows what power granted by a uniform. It shows how, despite unspeakable suffering, the body may be stronger than the desire to die. And it shows how, despite suffering unimaginable to points, humans are able to continue breathing every day with the weight of the past lapidary and disinterest by the present, future, or life.

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Yesterday, at the premiere, I went to see this movie by Tim Burton. As a curious note, the pass we went, the last one in Toledo, the room was more than half empty ...
The film I liked. A lot. I must say that the first seemed dangerously like "Nightmare", but behind this feeling, with the plot already begun, nothing to see except the dolls, obviously. It's good, really good. The gloomy style of Burton. Moreover, it is much more grim this than any other of his films, in my opinion. Even
ditties are as endearing as the Nightmare (the comparison is inevitable), with a very macabre. The story, perhaps something more adult than Nightmare, but with a touch of dreamy child of Burton that makes us dream to us.
As for the animation, this is, as might be expected, much more spectacular. Ten years or so about Nightmare on quite noticeable progress, while respecting the spirit of animation from the first.
Finally, gutted not anything on the tape, but for me it was one of those films where you come out smiling and unwilling to talk to anyone, to savor while you're heading to the car.

Highly recommended. Within another ten years I want another.

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In short, everything good ends: money, holidays (both of intimanente linked xD), and Wednesday, back to the college routine. Of course, this year and in second.

Dublin ... is ... and sad to say ... a city that is seen in less than a day. Has interesting things and beautiful, majestic buildings and even city is bustling in the morning, but ... offers nothing to the visitor who wants something more than a pint of Guinness in Temple Bar, at least we could go one day the city and go to Galway on the west coast of the island. But for a trip in Spain would invest something like two hours there we did in nearly four. In what is certain is that the cliffs of Moher, the south of Galway Bay are spectacular. And to think that what we saw from there was the Atlantic is all its magnificence ...

But anyway, who wants to see that


minutes before leaving Barajas, a server.

already in Dublin, Borja trying to communicate ...

O'Connell Bridge

One of the cathedrals of Dublin, which was outside preciosa, pero lo que era por dentro... decepcionaba cosa mala: la Christchurch Cathedral.

Christchurch Cathedral.

Esta iglesia, St. Aouden's, es de origen normando. Es, sin duda alguna, y pese a su rñigido aspecto exterior, una de las más interesantes cosas que ver en Dublín. Mezcla historia antigua, religión, arte...

St. Aouden's desde otro ángulo.

Interior de St. Aouden's

El "castillo" de Dublín. No sé que tiene de castillo, salvo en nombre, porque lo que es es un edificio militar con un patio de armas, recuerdo del dominio británico.

I guard the castle.

A monument to the fallen soldiers

The vehicle traffic lights were significantly higher in some areas. Who knows why.

On Sunday, back to the hostel, we met with a demonstration of Sinn Fein at O'Connell Bridge. Sure, we wondered where the people were for the rest of the city. Here we find it.

As shown, in addition to territorial claims, asking for more. Note that this happened one or two days before the announcement of the IRA.

Curious

group of protesters in the demonstration of Sinn Fein xD

sure more than one and this photo was missing right? xD

And it's sure to also missed her xD
Chips with curry and rice to take away.

met an American in the hostel, Nathan, and he went out by the Temple Bar on Saturday.
By the way, now that we're on the Temple Bar, is not no big deal. It is an area of bars, like any other, but not anything special. Very mythical, but very disappointing. Oh, and a bar would not let us enter because of the coat of a server Borja and suck.

Borja Nathan.

Here we were at the time of lunch in a cafe where, if you asked ... I put one in a position, not American coffee that shit ...!!
I must say that when they saw me take the two cups of coffee with one hand, the, I suppose, Chinese were freaking coffee. Because yes, it was full of Asians.

O `Connell Memorial

Here I am with Molly Malone, the fishmonger who appears dead for the old market ... What a pair of pears is the aunt, eh?

This Irish delight was busy with a concert of traditional Irish music.

Trinity College

A sculpture composition scrotumtightening in Merrion Square.

I with the best of Oscar Wilde.

The emblem of Dublin: Three Castles in a "happy city where citizens obey", or something. It does not matter ...

A boat-bar in the Liffey.

The view of the Liffey from the last bridge over the river, the East Link Bridge, with the port and the Irish Sea at sunset. At this

point is fair to say that Dublin is a city that is easily in one day to visit. We were four, and the truth is that we get bored. No offers almost nothing to do with historical or cultural importance, and as I say, covered in an hour. The National Gallery, the most important gallery, star work is a painting by Caravaggio, "The taking of Christ."

On Monday we went to see the Cliffs of Moher and Galway City:

the way (although this photo is around), went through Dunguaire Castle, a beautiful fortress located in Galway Bay.

I perched on the wall xD

Poulnabrone dolmen. Something magnificent and spectacular, no doubt. Simply beautiful.

And finally we come to the Cliffs of Moher: indescribable Great ... sublime. A sight to see. Here is a sad sample:

Castle Cliffs of Moher.

Borja and I with the cliffs in the background. In case you did not notice, go xD

I, from the castle, with the Atlantic in the background. And windy.

A vision unspeakable.

After a good hot meal. Mmm ...

This is the Atlantic from Blackhead Lighthouse, me in the middle

in Galway, "this" is called English Arch why ... What? Because we are worth it, period ...

Church of St. Nicholas in Galway. Inside it was curious, with a baptismal font, I think, was Norman, and a huge Celtic cross. Very nice, overall.

Beautiful Galway acaltarillado detail.

On Tuesday we returned to Dublin, and finished to see what was left:


I met Joyce.

Borja in the Phoenix Park

The Wellington Monument. An obelisk, and little else.

I sentadito on the couch, say, by Arthur Guinness ...

A pint in the Gravity Bar in the Guinness Factory really know, to glory.

... with enviable views of Dublin ... Everything that can be enviable Dublin, of course.

lasted just looking like flavored glory

xD And this St. Patrick's Cathedral.

St. Patrick
And again ...

The Four Courts.

Grattan Bridge at sunset.

and Grattan, in a lovely sepia ^ ^

The Custom House, a beautiful building.

And on Wednesday morning, bags packed, bound for Spain.

Well, Dublin is interesting, but like I said, is in one morning. And there is nothing exceptional. However, Ireland itself is a beauty. In short, the next, Eastern Europe or a tour of Scotland xD