El octavo arte.

¿Qué buscamos con el arte? ¿Cuál es su fin? Podemos responder estos planteamientos desde dos puntos de vista: el creador y el receptor. En mi opinión, y supongo que es compartida por la gente, el creador busca componer algo único, algo que produzca un cambio en la mente del que ve la obra. El receptor busca calmar esa ansia de novedad, sentir algo nuevo. En conjunto, se busca la originalidad, que en numerosas ocasiones se hace mediante una historia.

A piece of news.

Hello fellas!

In case you haven't noticed yet, I haven't been able to update this as much as I really wanted. But, hey! It's not my fault (I'm a lazy bastard).

I promise that I will try to write a bit more, if the exams, essays and practices allow me to do so :).

Hell, I got a bunch of movies for reviewing!

See ya later!

Crítica de Super 8 o cómo el hype nos afecta. (Spoiler alert!)

Por fin, tras varios días de quedadas fallidas, logré ir al cine a ver el nuevo filme de J.J. Abrams, Super 8. Jugamos con la suerte y nos presentamos en las taquillas unos diez minutos antes del pase nocturno de las 22:45. Conseguimos unas entradas algo cerca de la pantalla para mi gusto, signo de que la sala estaba bastante llena.

Super 8 es una película que ha tenido una gran cantidad de marketing, unido a su más que buena efectividad. Para muestra, el trailer que me hizo pensar "Hay que ver esta película".

Balada Triste de Trompeta: Crítica (minimal spoiler alert)

Balada triste de trompeta es la última película dirigida por el polémico director español Álex de la Iglesia hasta la fecha. Fue estrenada en diciembre de 2010 y consiguió unas 15 nominaciones a los Goya, de los cuáles únicamente consiguió los de mejor maquillaje y efectos especiales.

Al principio es una película que pasó algo desapercibida para mí, hasta que por fin logré verla justo anoche (en buen HD, todo hay que decirlo), y aquí viene la review.

Reflexiones preuniversitarias.

Tenía ganas de escribir un poco sobre este tema para aquellos que me leen. Al contrario que Mj, yo lo haré en mi lengua materna, ya habrán posts en inglés.

España, país de "culto".

28 de mayo de 2011.

Bien entrada la noche, un fatídico accidente en una carretera española acaba con la vida de un padre de familia y deja gravemente herido al conductor del otro automóvil que colisionó. El hombre que llevaba el volante del otro coche no era otro que José Ortega Cano, torero y "artista".

Estética

Acabo de hacer unos pequeños cambios al diseño del blog. Ahora tiene un estilo más oscuro y más minimalista que antes si cabe.

RAW IS LUISETEX

I'm back, expect some new updates and design! :D

CLOSED

This blog will be closed due to reconstruction for about 1-2 months. Stay tuned!

I miss

I miss those love posts, do you?

Waiting.

And waiting, and waiting, and waiting...

Bad

I wish I wouldn't have got up this morning...

I hate it. I hate when this feeling resurfaces again. It's awesome when you start your day like any other, nothing special about it. But then, you receive bad news... One after another, and when you are eventually quiet and relaxed about that, pam! More bad news...

And now it's the time when I think that things won't change, that I can't do anything about it, even more, I don't want to know anything about this rotten world...

Why don't we live in other world?

Yeah, I'm very sure that something is rotten here.

I just wanna shout, tell the world what I need, tell the world that I need somebody behind me... I'm sorry, but that's the truth, I'm not independent.

Just hug me please, just do it. No matter how, but do it. Tell me that you won't ever be far from me.

This could be interpreted as a cry of a selfish kid, or maybe not, but it's up to you.


“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."

Madness

I never thought I'd miss you
Half as much as I do
And I never thought I'd feel this way
The way I feel
About you
As soon as I wake up
Every night, every day
I know that it's you I need
To take the blues away

It must be love, love, love,
It must be love, love, love,
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best 

How can it be that we can
Say so much without words?
Bless you and bless me
Bless the bees
And the birds
I've got to be near you
Every night, every day
I couldn't be happy
Any other way 

It must be love, love, love,
It must be love, love, love,
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best

As soon as I wake up
Every night, every day
I know that it's you I need
To take the blues away

It must be love, love, love,
It must be love, love, love' It must be love, love, love...

Speedcubing my life.

That's what we gotta do now. Don't think about it, just go for it, in fact, it doesn't matter how tough can life be, but you gotta go ahead.

You've got a scrambled Rubik's cube in front of your eyes and a timer beneath it. You only have got your own hands and a fight against time to solve it. That's the reason why we gotta keep movin', don't ever stop in our journey, gettin' faster and stronger everyday. It sounds like a hell of a challenge, isn't it? But without a shadow of a doubt, we WILL MAKE IT.

Getting stronger.

Just sayin'

Here again, in the road again.

Just... feelin' weird and strange... Do you remember that feeling? When you think that you aren't a part of this world? Of this rotten and dumb world?

There must be another one, I'm sure. A place where I could do what I want. A place where you hear no motors, but horse steps and maybe a spaceship going to hyperspace.

People usually have some dreams. Maybe they want to become great doctors, artists or anything. They must fight so hard to achieve their dreams, but, what if your dreams can not be achieved in anyway? What happens when your dreams are just that, dreams? You want to fly away from the hypocrisy, far away from the topics, fashions and that stuff. You wanna swim against the river, but it flows so hard that it can drown you, just because you might want to see the whole SEA, not only a little river where all the fishes that are in there swim along it, so fluidly.

You want to change the world, this fucking world. Like the Beatles, the Rollings, Naruto and Light-San. But nowadays, the river flows as strong as a meteorite fall from the outer space into Earth.

You love to dream. You love your world so bad. You want it for yourself, you want to escape to it. But it's impossible to reach the other side of the door.

There will be more, promised.

I do believe in fairies... I DO

This time isn't about fairies. This time is about something more deep than a date... THIS IS IT.

Let's fucking DO IT

Libertad.

¡Ay mísero de mí! ¡Y ay infelice! Apurar, cielos, pretendo ya que me tratáis así, qué delito cometí contra vosotros naciendo; aunque si nací, ya entiendo qué delito he cometido. Bastante causa ha tenido vuestra justicia y rigor; pues el delito mayor del hombre es haber nacido. Sólo quisiera saber, para apurar mis desvelos (dejando a una parte, cielos, el delito de nacer), qué más os pude ofender, para castigarme más. ¿No nacieron los demás? Pues si los demás nacieron, ¿qué privilegios tuvieron que yo no gocé jamás? Nace el ave, y con las galas que le dan belleza suma, apenas es flor de pluma, o ramillete con alas cuando las etéreas salas corta con velocidad, negándose a la piedad del nido que deja en calma: ¿y teniendo yo más alma, tengo menos libertad? Nace el bruto, y con la piel que dibujan manchas bellas, apenas signo es de estrellas, gracias al docto pincel, cuando, atrevido y crüel, la humana necesidad le enseña a tener crueldad, monstruo de su laberinto: ¿y yo con mejor distinto tengo menos libertad? Nace el pez, que no respira, aborto de ovas y lamas, y apenas bajel de escamas sobre las ondas se mira, cuando a todas partes gira, midiendo la inmensidad de tanta capacidad como le da el centro frío: ¿y yo con más albedrío tengo menos libertad? Nace el arroyo, culebra que entre flores se desata, y apenas, sierpe de plata, entre las flores se quiebra, cuando músico celebra de las flores la piedad que le dan la majestad, el campo abierto a su ida: ¿y teniendo yo más vida tengo menos libertad? En llegando a esta pasión un volcán, un Etna hecho, quisiera sacar del pecho pedazos del corazón. ¿Qué ley, justicia o razón negar a los hombres sabe privilegio tan süave, excepción tan principal, que Dios le ha dado a un cristal, a un pez, a un bruto y a un ave?

Time to pretend

Y yo sin poner esto aquí... :)

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Goodbyes aren't for long...

The love that you bring
You bring me alone
The pain that you give
Gives me a home

Do you wanna stay by my side
Do you want me to turn and hide
We are disappearing inside
Seeing pictures of our goodbyes

When we, we believe
That our love will survive
The pain that you bring
It brings me all alone

Do you love me,
Do you hate me,
Do you wanna believe me,
Do you think that you don't need me
Do you wanna deceive me

I can't take that, it's all over don't want to forget
I can take the disappointment down, I want to repress your
Goodbye...
Goodbye...

The design, we broke the mold
The dreams when you see, that goodbyes aren't for long

Please follow me
To the borders of destiny
I don't want to break from your side
The falling ground screams... goodbye

Please follow me
To the borders of destiny
I don't want to break from your side
The falling ground screams... goodbye

Goodbye...
Goodbye...
The design, we broke the mold
The dreams when you see, that goodbyes aren't for long...

Hope... Arigato...

Te quiero.

(Gracias Serj)