Iran awakening

"(...) some of my friends and relatives suggest that I should spend some time outside the country. But I am asking myself how I can be better off outside the country. The nature of my work, the role I play in Iran, could I carry it out from a distance? Obviously not. And then I remind myself that the greatest threat of all is my own fear - that it is our fear, the fear of the Iranians that wish for a different future, that turns powerful those who oppose us."
Iran Awakening, by Shirin Ebadi.

I am looking so much forward to seeing and hearing her on Saturday.

September

It´s autumn. On a chilly morning, the lake is shining under the sun. Absolute calm, the rowers taking a rest in their boats. This music is coming out of the loudspeakers and involving us all. And I have a feeling of absolute happiness. Someone likes me.

It was September, centuries ago.

Kiri Te Kanawa sings "September", from the Four Last Songs by Richard Strauss.

Non, ma fille...

Almost every character in this film is irritating. They piss you off. And yet, it´s a nice film. Even if it was only for the part where you get to see how it may end up. If you are fit enough to dance.

Non, ma fille, tu n´iras pas danser, by Christophe Honoré

The oblivion we shall be

Hector Abad Faciolince´s The oblivion we shall be is a token of love, unconditional love, the way we expect a parent to feel for a child. In this case, it´s the testimony of a son´s love for his dad.

Nevertheless, there was a passage that touched me particularly and didn´t have to do with this father-son relationship:

"I found out, years later, that from that date onward my father and my mother never made love again, as if this pleasure had also been forbidden to them for ever. They continued being loving to each other, there´s no doubt about it, some sunday mornings they would linger in bed and all of us could see them hugging warmly, brotherly, but what we didn´t know was that their full intimacy had been lost with Marta´s death."

The word 'intimacy'... Its presence... Or absence... Gaining it, losing it or never having it.

It made sense.

The castle

Its walls seem to be growing taller and stronger. And even if some stones are missing, it doesn´t fall. The architect is wiser and knows how to cover the holes.

What was it?

What made the difference? What was it that all of the sudden made everything look alright? That we are going somewhere? That we are getting somewhere? That there´s nothing in the world that can spoil it for us? I don´t know. But it feels damn good. It´s gonna be OK. Nobody said it to me. I am saying to myself.

The season is officially open.

Weather forecast

Not exactly sunshine, but a nice breeze. Fingers crossed.

Raining

It was raining. Outside and inside. And now?