Sunday, August 5, 2007

Caps That Fit 8 Oz Coke Bottles

300, Angra, my sloth


300. Film
bully, heroic, who manages to faithfully follow the comic originally published by Frank Miller and even outperformed in some particular moments of pathos - the greetings I appreciated most of the queen to Leonidas in the movie in the comic.
I suffered and struggled with the brave warriors of Thermopylae in watching this little gem is an expression of absolute power and virility, played to perfection by Leonidas, the indomitable Spartan king and his warriors, who are in a moment doubt or not to follow their sovereign into a mission with no return.
I love the direction, the picture as described in some scenes, really powerful, evocative, sometimes seductive sometimes grandiose. Here's a great link



Wu Ming - lecture on "300"

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connection that my mind creates, independently. From
300 to Heroes of Sand Angra,
Wonderful song.

Heroes Of Sand

Sealing light

Nothing to see Like a miracle life Starts with

the pain Forever this will be

Close My Eyes
Thunders won't cease
Crawling down to the edge
I break down and weep
Tears on the river deep
Oh! Back to the sea

Shout loud
Moving ahead
Ride the horses of justice
Virtues of men, yawns!

Down and out
Losing my head
Like a dream you're returning
Back from the dead-awake!
Shadows will fade some day
All the heroes go down
Shed their blood on the land
Dreaming somehow
The divine will now stand
Heroes go down
With their hearts in their hands
Building their castles on the sand

Haunted by the heavy clouds
Thunder scaring away
Howling like a mountain wolf Warriors are leading the way


Here is the link to YouTube, do not look at the pictures you have Final Fantasy X =.=

video


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My sloth.
'm not packing his bags. The rioters

Storage still reign on my bed, no sheets for the past one week.
Sloth.

I had to go swimming with friends, and I'm home.
I should go out tonight.
Should I see a multitude of friends and I have not the strength.
Sloth.

Terrible sloth, from which I wake up as soon as possible - the departure is looming.
Stress.

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