Archivos para hermosura

Feist – 1234 – Letterman 2007

Posted in 1, arte, Música, Música pa' mis venas, Videos with tags on marzo 25, 2009 by vinculaciones

Hermoso

Posted in 1, Conciencia with tags , , , on mayo 9, 2008 by vinculaciones

“Observá con cuidado,
registrá lo que ves.
Fijate cómo hacés para que la belleza
resulte necesaria,
y la necesidad resulte bella”.

Laura Wittner. (La tomadora de café.)

Levantado del blog de maderanoruega de una tal chica Celcius

Valga la redundancia pero me pareció hermoso, y que bueno que la hermosura siga existiendo y mejor si nos dice como tratar a la belleza y su necesidad,

“Have a nice day!”

Posted in 1 with tags , , , , , on febrero 28, 2008 by vinculaciones

Me pusieron en el comentario de mi “Quien?” con dirección a un link de una base de fotos en el que aparecieron enseguida estas de Uma Thurman.

Gracias, respondo. (?)

Confirmado, la hermosura existe.

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Y basta porque es demasiado y ya provoca impotencia tanta voluptuosidad avasallante.

Le p’tit bal perdu

Posted in Conciencia, danza, Me estás jodiendo!, Videos with tags , , , , , on febrero 28, 2008 by vinculaciones
Alguien me dijo “mandáme fruta” ( ;)  ) y fruta y verdura calló del cielo.
 Un film de Philippe Decoufle – Kaleidoscope (1994)
Que bueno que alguien haga cosas así.  Y que la hermosura exista.

The Presets – Girl And The Sea

Posted in Música, Videos with tags , , , , on enero 5, 2008 by vinculaciones

Lo hermoso: Hermosa canción, hermoso video.

Girl and the Sea

Tonight the
tonight the hills are watching her
as she runs towards the sea
yeah she runs so she be free

And of all the friends and enemies shes made along the way
they are no where in her thoughts
as she dives beneath the waves

And he’s the one that you’ve seen sometimes on tv
and his shirt is on the ground
while he’s tackled by police
and the parcel that he throws across the bridge into the creek
it’ll flow towards the sea
it will meet with her tommorow

No place,
some time
we’ll clear
our eyes
and when
you’re down
i’ll come around

And all the
places shes been along the way
flames are licken at their walls
night glows with their remains

From far away the animals come gather round to see
but she knows not how they feel
and she knows not what it means

When she was young we’d ask her what she’d like to be
and she’d close her eyes and dream…

…now we’re no where in her thoughts
as she dives beneath the waves.

A place
I’ve found
could be
all ours
but I’ve seen
where you
would rather be.