Baby Dream Your Dream

Girls:
Baby,
Dream Your Dream.
Close your eyes and try it.
Dream of furniture;
Dream that I can buy it.
That fancy bed you prayed for,
Not only bought but paid for.
Dream we sign the lease,
Leave a small deposit;
Three and one-half rooms
With a walking closet.
We'll ask the local Jet-set
To dine on our dinette-set
Right across the street,
There's a friendly bank.
You make a friendly loan,
And the bank says: "Thank you."
Ev'ry Saturday,
We'll spend all our money.
Join the P.T.A.;
They will love you, honey.
Life will be frozen peaches and cream.
Baby, dream Your Dream.

Before Sunset

Baby You Are Gonna Miss That Plane...

I know...

Mejor final del mundo! ♥

The Road

Sentí muchas cosas al ver esta película. Ternura, encanto, horror y tristeza en una historia que habla sobre el final de la humanidad, o por lo menos el comienzo de ello. Si bien no es explícito en la película el por qué del mundo apocalíptico, lo es ante nuestros ojos, ante los hechos que nos rodean día a día. Desastres naturales, tormentas, oscuridad, frío, son los ambientes en los que un padre y su hijo deberán caminar luchando paso a paso. La historia nos muestra dos tiempos. Los años antes de esta catástrofe, en donde el personaje principal cuenta con la compañía de su esposa embarazada, y el ahora. Es una historia de amor y supervivencia.


THE MAN: "The clocks stopped at one seventeen one morning. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. By day the dead impaled on spikes along the road. I think it's October but I can't be sure. I haven't kept a calender for five years. Each day is more gray than the one before. Each night is darker - beyond darkness. The world gets colder week by week as the world slowly dies. No animals have survived. All the crops are long gone. Someday all the trees in the world will have fallen. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts and road gangs looking for fuel and food. There has been cannibalism. Cannibalism is the great fear. Mostly I worry about food. Always food. Food and our shoes. Sometimes I tell the boy old stories of courage and justice - difficult as they are to remember. All I know is the child is my warrant and if he is not the word of God, then God never spoke."