I went to see the Black Swan . A captivating film. The music that haunts you from the start of the film. That story, that woman used to always do what is expected of it, the need to transgress, to find oneself. This beautiful metaphor of life turned into a swan. That woman innocent and sweet, converted to a time in a sensual woman, capable of seducing and making a mad man just smiled.
A film that leaves you breathless. What makes you grab the chair, to the tune of Chaicovski martilleándote head. This concept of sex as liberating, as something that lets you know who you are and afrontarte yourself without fear. This magnificent Natalie Portman, perhaps in the role of his life, conveying how mature, hatch, is a perilous journey that can not end well if you are not lucky enough to be well surrounded and well balanced. Because life is complex and a rogue point and mature, grow, means seeing the nuances flood everything in reality and that one must be clear about what battles you fight and what wars need win to avoid falling into despair and abject melancholy
The black swan. A journey into madness, all this.
PS: These wonderful verses Spender with opening the last work Manuel Lucena : "I think Continually of Those Who Were Truly Great. / Who, from the womb, the soul's history Remembered / Through corridors of light Where the hours Are suns / Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition / That Was Their lips, Touched with Fire still [...]
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