Tonight, the city around us felt like scenes from a film, one after another. The only thing that was left for us to do was wading into a fountain, because from the meeting point (the only classic cinema left in the centre) till the very goodbye kiss, it seemed like cloud nine again.
I recall the film stills: the intermittent pre-summer rain, the grey light that bathed the walls of the buildings, the silvery façade of the cathedral from below while we watched the silhouettes of drops fall through a lamp, all clashing with your cartoon-drawn smile and that half-broken checked umbrella that suited you perfectly. Like a classic comedic drama from the 60's. Nice dinner, too, but it's not the eel uramaki what I'll cherish the most, but the long, unexpected kiss-sprinkled walk home.
These moments... I hope I learn again how to enjoy them without the shadow hanging over me.
Hoy estaba viendo el episodio "Stealing First Base" (s21e15) de Los Simpson, y de pronto ha aparecido este fragmento lleno de referencias al cine y la televisión (con la banda sonora de Nuovo Cinema Paradiso de Ennio Morricone) que personalmente me ha encantado :)
Las películas y series homenajeadas son las siguientes:
De aquí a la eternidad (From Here to Eternity, 1953)
Lo que el viento se llevó (Gone with the Wind, 1939)
El hombre tranquilo (The Quiet Man, 1952)
La Dama y el Vagabundo (Lady and the Tramp, 1955)
El Planeta de los simios (Planet of the Apes, 1968)
En el estanque dorado (On Golden Pond, 1981)
Star Trek (2009)
La Bella y la Bestia (serie, Beauty and the Beast, 1987–1990)
El enemigo público (The Public Enemy, 1931)
Alien 3 (1992)
El Padrino, parte II (The Godfather: Part II, 1974)
All in the Family, Episodio "Sammy's visit" (serie, 1971–1979)
And so, it goes on and on. Seems lately I am only moving from one down to another, in a cyclic way.
In these low moments, I only think about the worst things that have ever happened to me, all at once. And I can feel all the things that torment me, all the things I lack, all the things I lost.
Shivers. Headache. Feeling tired of everything, and everyone's façade. The future does not tempt me anymore. It is becoming easier and easier to bring me down on my knees, and I feel I am running out of allies in this war called Life.
I am a little less me every time this happens, a little smaller. I am a little weaker.