Cat People [putting Out the Fire]

Col. Hans Landa: Now if one were to determine what attribute the German people share with a beast, it would be the cunning and the predatory instinct of a hawk. But if one were to determine what attributes the Jews share with a beast, it would be that of the rat. If a rat were to walk in here right now as I'm talking, would you treat it to a saucer of your delicious milk?
Perrier LaPadite: Probably not.
Col. Hans Landa: I didn't think so. You don't like them. You don't really know why you don't like them. All you know is you find them repulsive. Consequently, a German soldier conducts a search of a house suspected of hiding Jews. Where does the hawk look? He looks in the barn, he looks in the attic, he looks in the cellar, he looks everywhere *he* would hide, but there's so many places it would never occur to a hawk to hide. However, the reason the Führer's brought me off my Alps in Austria and placed me in French cow country today is because it does occur to me. Because I'm aware what tremendous feats human beings are capable of once they abandon dignity.

Dirge

A noite veio de dentro, começou a surgir do interior
de cada um dos objectos e a envolvê-los no seu halo negro.
Não tardou que as trevas irradiassem das nossas próprias
entranhas, quase que assobiavam ao cruzar-nos os poros.
Seriam umas duas ou três da tarde e nós sentíamo-las
crescendo a toda a nossa volta. Qualquer que fosse a pers-
pectiva, as trevas bifurcavam-na: daí a sensação de que,
apesar de a noite também se desprender das coisas, havia
nela algo de essencialmente humano, visceral. Como ins-
tantes exteriores que procurassem integrar-se na trama
do tempo, sucediam-se os relâmpagos: era a luz da tarde,
num estertor, a emergir intermitentemente à superfície das
coisas. Foi nessa altura que a visão se começou a fazer
pelas raízes. As imagens eram sugadas a partir do que
dentro de cada objecto ainda não se indiferenciara da luz
e, após complicadíssimos processos, imprimiam-se nos
olhos. Unidos aos relâmpagos, rompíamos então a custo
a treva nasalada.

Luís Miguel Nava

Summertime

Charlotte: [after Bob tells her of his back pain] I'm in pain, I got my foot banged up. Wanna see it?
Bob: [to Chef, sarcastically] How do you say no?
[sees the foot]
Bob: Oh, my gosh! When did you do this?
Charlotte: I did it the other day, it hurts, y'know?
Bob: Didn't you feel any pain?
Charlotte: Yeah, it really hurt.
Bob: That toe is almost dead.
[Charlotte laughs]
Bob: I think I got to take you to a doctor, you can't just put that back in the shoe. Well, you either go to a doctor or you leave it here.
[regarding Chef]
Bob: He's smiling. You like that idea? See they love black toe in this country.
[Charlotte continues laughing]

Waiting Around to Die

Ninguém se aproxima de ninguém se não for num murmúrio,

entre flores altas: camélias de ar

espancado, as labaredas dos aloés erguidas

de uma carne difícil.

A beleza que devora a visão alimenta-se da desordem.

O espaço brilha dela, sussurra quando passa por uma imagem

tão leve que não suporta o peso

brusco

do sangue - as veias da garganta contra a boca.

Urso Polar

Why is the polar bear so important?
Large carnivores - those that are at the apex or top of the food chain - are particularly sensitive indicators of the health of an ecosystem... in this case, the Arctic.

And of all of the wildlife species in the Arctic, the polar bear is perhaps the most fitting icon for this ecoregion.

Its amazing adaptations to life in the rugged Arctic environment and dependence on sea ice make them so impressive, and yet so vulnerable.

This is why polar bears help us gain an understanding of what is happening throughout the Arctic, as a polar bear at risk may signal something is wrong elsewhere in the arctic marine ecosystem.

All recent indicators show that sea ice in the Arctic is melting at an alarming rate, a problem that needs to be addressed immediately if polar bears, and other species unique to the region, are to survive.

Your Ghost

"She was a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee. And evil was the hour when she saw, and loved, and wedded the painter. He, passionate, studious, austere, and having already a bride in his Art; she a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee; all light and smiles, and frolicsome as the young fawn; loving and cherishing all things; hating only the Art which was her rival;"

Edgar Allan Poe

Quando eu for, eu vou sem pena

Quando eu for, eu vou sem pena
Pena vai ter quem ficar

Morena tão desamada e tão precisada de amar
Açucena delicada sem a mão lhe cuidar
Curva de rio de sereno sem proa pra navegar
E tanta beira de estrada sem um moço pra pousar

O que eu fiz é muito pouco
Mas é meu e vai comigo
Deixo muito inimigo
Porque sempre andei direito
Agasalhei neste peito muita cabeça chorando
Morena minha até quando você de mim vai lembrar

Quando eu for, eu vou sem pena
Pena vai ter quem ficar

Cajuína

Existirmos: a que será que se destina?
Pois quando tu me deste a rosa pequenina
Vi que és um homem lindo e que se acaso a sina
Do menino infeliz não se nos ilumina
Tampouco turva-se a lágrima nordestina
Apenas a matéria vida era tão fina
E éramos olharmo-nos intacta retina
A cajuína cristalina em Teresina