Looking out

Uma belíssima música de Brandi Carlile.
Não pertencemos a nós mesmos, não fomos feitos para coisas pequenas, mas para coisas que não ousamos pensar. (não sei se estou a ser minimamente perceptivel, mas a ideia conta =b)



I went out looking for the answers and never left my town.

I’m no good at understanding, but I’m good at standing ground.
And when I asked a corner preacher I couldn’t hear him for my
youth. Some people get religion some people get the truth. I
never get the truth, I never get the truth.

Chorus:
I know the darkness falls on you. And it’s just a point of view
When you’re outside looking in you belong to someone and when
you feel like giving in and the coming of the end, like your
heart can break in two, someone loves you.


I lay this suitcase on my chest so I can feel somebody’s weight.
And I lay you to rest just to feel a give and take?
I got a new interpretation and it’s a better point of view, you
were looking for a landslide I was looking out for you, I was
looking out for you, someone’s looking out for you

Chorus:
I know the darkness falls on you. And it’s just a point of view
When you’re outside looking in you belong to someone and when
you feel like giving in and the coming of the end, like your
heart can break in two, someone loves you.

Bridge
I am afraid of crossing lines. I am afraid of flying blind.
afraid of inquiring minds. Afraid of being left behind.

I close my eyes I think of you, I take a step I think of you,
I catch my breath I think of you, I cannot rest I think of you

My one and only wrecking ball, and you’re cutting through my
walls. When you’re outside looking in you belong to someone and
when you feel like giving in and the coming of the end, like
your heart could break in two, someone loves you.

Brandi Carlile

Good will hunting - o bom rebelde

Aqui fica um excerto de um diálogo fenomenal de um grande filme, o bom rebelde. Vi-o pela primeira vez este Verão e fiquei fascinada, da segunda vez que o vi reparei em pormenores lindissímos que me escaparam ao principio. Nem todos adoram o filme, mas eu sugiro que o vejam. É belissimo!



Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?
[Will nods]
Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.