... and Fauna as well. A little note
uninteresting or unimportant, except for who knows me well.
The next film by Terry Gilliam movie I expect.
Oh, there are plenty of movies that I expect. couple with great joy - especially this one . The Imaginarium Of Dr. Parnassus has my attention, my attention terrible.
That catch my eye. It flatters my affection for the bric-a-brac and jumble, the mishmash and disorder, and polished, and the masks and games like hopscotch and then the nightmare, when one goes too far. Stories of the Imagination, sometimes corneas. Visions and Fantasy and sand blown by the Sandman. Costumes childish, moth-eaten skins of wolves and wild monsters, but not that out of toy chests and Carnival never ends. Dawn, still urgent, can wait to destroy everything.
Imaginary, forever.
Here it are mirrors, and then the Imaginarium, which resembles a theater, and Imaginarium, it should not be far from what some of us hide in the recesses of their brains boiling in their labyrinth, when s 'in dreams and nightmares go, and then the Devil has the appearance of Pegleg Ogre Tom Waits and not far off, is not far as the Black Rider who invited us into its infernal cabaret; a bet an auction and immortality, an outsider, a young woman in distress, a lie, perhaps more minor, some alcoholics and ladders planted right into the ground going up to heaven, this young man there, which borrows the trappings of the god Hermes, and then Pierrot. Son
Funambules that connect, from point A to point B. Reflecting here. And the children clap their hands.
And I absolve another thread Tightrope of my Imagination.
The beautiful video of Dead Can Dance, conducted by Ondrej Rudavsky. It dates from 1994. If my memory serves me too lacking.
And today, I add this picture. Because there is no border between This and That, to me.
