Saturday, July 28, 2007

On beauty

Me contaba una persona que me inspira mucho, que hace varios anios (varios pueden ser decadas, ya que el tiene 70) vio una pelicula sueca en el Lincoln Center, una de esas peliculas inolvidables (de las cuales el no recordaba ni el nombre, lo cual me causo muchisima gracia), pero inolvidables *en otro sentido* me decia, me entendes? Claro que te entiendo, pero mira si no te voy a entender. Entonces me empezo a contar sobre la pelicula, sobre esta historia de amor que lo marco para siempre, la historia de amor entre un hombre y una mujer, y me conto que la mujer era la mujer mas hermosa que jamas habia visto en su vida. "She was an acrobat, a trapezyst I think, and she was absolutely beautiful. I mean, she was beauty itself. So the thing is that they had to run away because they were going to kill them... can you believe someone could kill beauty? I'm telling you, everyone in the movie was completely in love with her, and everyone in the movie theater was completly in love with her. I was madly in love with her. Well, so she and her boyfriend escaped, but they knew they were after them and that they would kill them. So then they make a promise that they will both die, and they go far away to this beautiful place and make this beautiful last picnic. Everything looked perfect, everything they ate looked delicious. So they also took two guns, and were determined to die together before they could find them. So there they were, having their beautiful picnic, and suddenly she is distracted by a butterfly. So she smiles with her gorgeous smile, and she runs chasing the butterfly in this huge field -she is beautiful and the whole scene is perfect-, so she reaches for the butterfly and suddenly the image freezes and a second later you hear one bang. And then another bang. And then the screen goes black and that is the end of the film. So people around me started crying, or clapping, or both. And there I was, in disbelief, wondering how it is possible that a man shoots himself twice."

13 Comments:

Blogger m said...

por favor decile a esa persona que escriba libros. por favor.

2:53 AM  
Blogger Conz said...

si. por favor.

5:01 PM  
Anonymous n- said...

increíble.
pero mal.

8:37 PM  
Blogger Julián said...

muy buen relato, me imaginé una mujer hermosa, no cuesta mucho

9:48 PM  
Anonymous sofia said...

que buena manera de arrancar un lunes....me dejaste boluda para el resto del dia pero en el mejor sentido (?)

8:17 AM  
Blogger Ana Wu said...

poor butterfly.

7:46 PM  
Blogger Far and Away said...

wow!

10:01 PM  
Blogger Magic (in Spain) said...

guau (con acento manchego; es que se pega fácilmente).
repito: guau.

2:28 AM  
Blogger beluchita said...

hermosa...una hermosa historia...!!!

9:02 AM  
Blogger Uralita said...

Me alegra ver que a algunos les gusto mucho tambien.
A mi me parecio de una sensibilidad impresionante. Una genialidad absoluta. Una verdadera belleza.

Y si, estaria bueno que este hombre tambien escribiera libros, pero el eligio expresarse pintando cuadros. Unos cuadros hermosos, tan hermosos como sus palabras.

12:47 AM  
Anonymous vebu said...

quisiera ver los cuadros de este hombre si es que están en la web, en algún lado. besos y buen viaje, Urala.

2:03 AM  
Blogger basilia said...

lindo

12:55 PM  
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