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The Waves



Speaking of great works of world literature - and also of great inept as me, who wait until age 25 to read - I would like today to talk a little bit of this "everything" that is unstoppable the novel "The Waves" by Virginia Woolf.

The argument passes the lives of seven friends, whose stock was not relate as any fiction novel by facts but by way of their conciensas, where the author peels the spirit of its characters with a language and endless wandering while from time to time we advance the melancholy image of a beach from sunrise until the dark. This group of friends is made up of 3 women and 4 men, Jinny, Rhoda, Susan, Louis, Neville, Bernard and Percival, all spend the last months of school before being separated by the passage of time encouraging everyone to take a different path.

youth wear, and its inevitable end constant threat of death is one of the issues that hit you deep. The reflection of this changing reality and the characters are overwhelming for monologues exquisite and breathtaking. Especially those in keeper Bernard perhaps a much longer time than his co-rapporteurs, working as a reference when a stage has ended.


And the time - said Bernard -. Drops his gout. The drop is formed on the roof of the soul and falls. Time has brought down. Last week, while I shaved, I felt the drop fell on me. Standing with the knife in hand, I suddenly realized the mechanical nature of my gestures (the drop is forming) and congratulated ironically my hands, to preserve this routine. "Shaving, shave, shaving," I said, "continue to shave ..." The drop fell. Throughout the day, while working, my mind escaped and rolled intervals an empty place in search of something lost, something dead. "I'm dead and gone, I said playing with words to comfort me. People were aware of my air away and the emptiness of my conversation. Never finishing my sentences. And as I buttoned the overcoat to go home, even more dramatically told me: "I lost my youth" "

A high point in the novel is the death of Percival, distant and almost unreal produce el rompimiento y la caída hacía un abismo. Esta perdida desordena el mundo de todos los demás personajes descargando sobre sus espaldas la arrolladora interrogante sobre sentido de sus existencias. La sombra de esta muerte se presenta de forma indeleble en todo el resto del libro, quizás esto se deba a que la autora había sufrido un ruptura igual cuando su hermano Thoby murió de tifoidea en 1906.

Con su muerte, Percival me ha revelado esto, me ha hecho caer en la cuenta de este horror, me ha sometido a esta humillación, rostros y rostros servidos como platos de sopa por marmitones, rostros vulgares, codiciosos, indiferentes, rostros que miran escaparates con paquetes colgantes, gentes que miran fijamente, pushing, destroying everything, besmirching our love, touched now by their dirty fingers


The language of Virginia Woolf walks by the limits of the human spirit, strong and unmistakable, leaves the reader shocked face an impeccable aesthetic, that can only be spoiled by a bad translation, (this I recommend the translation of Andrew Bosch). "Waves" is transformed into the novel that draws the passing of life and the future of our existence as long as ephemeral. Not for nothing that this great writer said Life is a dream, waking up is what kills us .

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Football Under Cover: Football through the veil

"Football Under Cover" is a chronicle full of feminine strength, flavored football and dreams of equality. The women's team members Kreuzberg, Berlin-Germany with Ayat Najafi (of Iranian origin), are given the task of making possible a match between his team and the Iranian national squad, whose members are allowed to attend training but are forbidden to play. The road ahead is long and at first impossible, after a year full of loopholes and bureaucratic potholes in 2006 to end the Iranian government gives green light for the meeting is conducted. Friendship and cultural exchange form the background of the film, joining the German and Iranian women as best they can join the human being, with football.

The game serves as an excuse to introduce the viewer into Iranian society full of complicated rules, rules that the team Kreuzberg is to be accepted by an Islamic culture, under Western eyes, is often incomprehensible. The German team members are forced to wear the veil while walking through the streets of Tehran, likewise, are prohibited from drinking alcohol, smoking and having a meeting with the Iranian players before the match. They also have to reform their uniforms, as they are not allowed to play with shorts and t-shirt, and of course, must wear a veil for the entire match. When the end comes the awaited day, under a propaganda minimal, no man is allowed to enter the stadium. Ironically, Ayat Najafi and President of the German team left without seeing the game. The fans watched all women are considered immoral behavior.

's documentary Ayat Najafi and David Assmann is revolutionary and risky, the issue is dynamic and moves under a strong musical background, which helps to continue the action until the end of the film. Shoots are achieved could be considered a crime in the Muslim country, as one of the Iranian team players dressed as a man to play football freely in Tehran's parks or open statements against the laws imposed women and freedoms enjoyed by men against them. The weakness is that the film does not stop to analyze in depth this issue, the understanding must also be involved in their religion, history and culture, aspects that managers fail to play.

Finally, I argue that when one leaves the theater, he feels he has been involved in a big party, football, women's beauty and friendship, with the full reflection is still much to be done to achieve a fair world where women have the same rights as men.

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La Isla de las Flores

threw a plastic bag in a dumpster, I found the unfortunate image of a skinny woman and her daughter five years sifting through crap tackle perhaps searching for something useful for rescue and exchanged for fresh bread . So I got the idea of \u200b\u200bmaking a documentary to talk about this reality, raw and willfully ignored by society, a documentary that is short, sarcastic and funny, whose story encompasses the nature of man and nature also discriminated itself. And just as my face lit up with joy as I remembered that a documentary had already cast for almost 20 years (AUCHH).

La Isla de las Flores, is a unique sample of an undeniable truth that it is worth remembering again and again. For those not familiar with this Brazilian film I leave.