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31 marzo, 2010
30 marzo, 2010
How to train your dragon
This is a great film. I simply enjoyed it. It reminded me of Pete the Dragon, but only because of the friendship between the boy and the 'beast'; both films are quite different. How to train your dragon is so far away from the stupid cliches of movies aimed more for the parents than for the kids, that it becomes quite interesting for adults. The beginning invites you to a new world, a world you instantly believe that exists out there. Here the trailer, just in case you haven't seen it. I just hope that the producers don't transform this beautiful piece into a multimillion franchise without a soul.
29 marzo, 2010
Wrote this it today, it was part of one of the writing workshops I'm undertaking. We had to practice poetry for children.
My mom it at work
It's late and I'm alone
I'm eight and I'm bored
My sister is studying
She's looked in my room
I can't get my toys
I'm eight and I'm bored
My dad promised we'd play
But he won't say a word
He's just lying in bed
I'm eight and I'm bored
And my birthday is here
And I'm all alone
I'm nine and I'm bored
My mom it at work
It's late and I'm alone
I'm eight and I'm bored
My sister is studying
She's looked in my room
I can't get my toys
I'm eight and I'm bored
My dad promised we'd play
But he won't say a word
He's just lying in bed
I'm eight and I'm bored
And my birthday is here
And I'm all alone
I'm nine and I'm bored
21 marzo, 2010
She hides next to my bed almost every night. I don't know what she wants or why she is here. She's been death for ages, almost ten years. I don't remember her voice, 'cause she lost it when I was only 12 years-old; and I don't remember her smile, 'cause she spent the last years of her life trying to talk to mirrors, mouth crooked, shouting, pulling her hair of. I don't remember her, but she's hunting me. In the nights she laughs at me, her spirit comes down and tries to choke me. I even feel her bony fingers trying to pull me feet and drag me into a place I don't want to go. And she is not a ghost, she is my death grandmother who is visiting me everynight, and I don't recognize her, but then I never really knew her.
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