Growing up is learning to read codes from your childhood. Go solving mysteries: why tides occur, what is the rule, where babies come from ...
One never stops to grow up. Never. Always re-interpret codes, or mysteries to solve. So this past weekend. On the one hand, a movie, Night of the Hunter , led by fifty-five Laughton and starring a stellar Robert Michum . On the other hand, a Basque group, Negu Gorriak , which was where the brothers ended Muguruza after dissolving Kortatu . I was, pardon, sixteen. An album released in 1990, the first, which was titled the same name as the group. A song, Radio Rahim. A catchy melody ( click and hear , do not cut ...). A letter that impacted him for years: "I had seen , / love and hate, / tattooed on his knuckles. / But Liarte / a punch will / that revestirte fingers. / And sometimes / beat with love / and others, however, / do with hate. [...] / That's life, / Do the Right Thing ... "
That image of love and hate tattooed on the knuckles. I never knew where he came from, but it was so powerful that it stopped thinking about it for years.
This weekend I got it. Ben Harper, the crazed preacher who gives life Mitchum in Night Hunter, toured the North American trauma of the Depression of the thirties with the words Hate (hate) and Love (love) tattooed on the knuckles of his hands left and right respectively.
At last I frame.
That's life, I have thought many times over the years. Sometimes you have to hit it with love and others, however, have to do with hate. Doing what you owe. Verse dry, bitter, of growing up. Knowing that things go wrong, and that no second round to fix it for life, mythical Llorenç, is it that happens while you do other things
good movie. Buy it or borrow, but not hacking it down, idle reader.
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