And the oscar goes...

Best supporting actor -Christoph Waltz

Animated short film - Paperman

Animated feature - Brave

Cinematography - Claudio Miranda - Life of Pi

Visual Effects - Life of Pi

Costume Design - Jacqueline Durran - Anna Karenina

Makeup and Hairstyling - Lisa Westcott y Julie Dartnell - Les Miserables

Live Action Short - Curfew

Documentary Short - Inocente

Documentary Feature - Searching for Sugarman

Foreign Language Film - Amour

Sound Mixing - Les Miserables

Sound Editing - Zero Dark Knight and Skyfall

Supporting actress - Anne Hathaway - Les Miserables

Film Editing - William Goldenberg - Argo

Production Design - Lincoln

Best Original Score - Life of Pi

Best Original Song - Adele - Skyfall  

Adapted Screenplay - Chris Terrio - Argo

Original Screenplay - Django Unchained

Best Director - Ang Lee

Leading Actress - Jennifer Lawrence

Leading Actor - Daniel Day-Lewis

Best picture - Argo

Oscars Nominees 2013 and my predictions

This is the list of the nominees and my predictions are:

Best Picture:

"Beasts of the Southern Wild"
"Silver Linings Playbook"
"Zero Dark Thirty"
"Lincoln"
"Les Miserables"
"Life of Pi"
"Amour"
"Django Unchained"
"Argo"

LINCOLN

Best Supporting Actor:

Christoph Waltz, "Django Unchained"
Philip Seymour Hoffman, "The Master"
Robert De Niro, "Silver Linings Playbook"
Alan Arkin, "Argo"
Tommy Lee Jones, "Lincoln"

ROBERT DE NIRO

Best Supporting Actress:

Sally Field, "Lincoln"
Anne Hathaway, "Les Miserables"
Jacki Weaver, "Silver Linings Playbook"
Helen Hunt, "The Sessions"
Amy Adams, "The Master"

ANNE HATHAWAY

Best Director:

David O. Russell, "Silver Linings Playbook"
Ang Lee, "Life of Pi"
Steven Spielberg, "Lincoln"
Michael Haneke, "Amour"
Benh Zeitlin, "Beasts of the Southern Wild"

STEVEN SPIELBERG

Best Actor:

Daniel Day Lewis, "Lincoln"
Denzel Washington, "Flight"
Hugh Jackman, "Les Miserables"
Bradley Cooper, "Silver Linings Playbook"
Joaquin Phoenix, "The Master"

DANIEL DAY LEWIS

Best Actress:

Naomi Watts, "The Impossible"
Jessica Chastain, "Zero Dark Thirty"
Jennifer Lawrence, "Silver Linings Playbook"
Emmanuelle Riva, "Amour"
Quvenzhané Wallis, "Beasts of the Southern Wild"

NAOMI WATTS

Best Original Screenplay:

"Zero Dark Thirty"
"Django Unchained"
"Moonrise Kingdom"
"Amour"
"Flight"

AMOUR

Best Adapted Screenplay:

"Lincoln"
"Silver Linings Playbook"
"Argo"
"Life of Pi"
"Beasts of the Southern Wild"

LINCOLN

Best Animated Feature:

"Frankenweenie"
"The Pirates! Band of Misfits"
"Wreck-It Ralph"
"Paranorman"
"Brave"

FRANKENWEENIE

Best Foreign Feature:

"Amour"
"A Royal Affair"
"Kon-Tiki"
"No"
"War Witch"

AMOUR

Best Visual Effects:

"Life of Pi"
"The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey"
"The Avengers"
"Prometheus"
"Snow White and the Huntsman"

THE HOBBIT

Best Cinematography:

"Skyfall"
"Anna Karenina"
"Django Unchained"
"Life of Pi"
"Lincoln"

LINCOLN

Best Costume Design:

"Anna Karenina"
"Les Miserables"
"Lincoln"
"Mirror Mirror"
"Snow White and the Huntsman"

LES MISERABLES

Best Film Editing:

"Lincoln"
"Silver Linings Playbook"
"Life of Pi"
"Argo"
"Zero Dark Thirty"

ARGO

Best Makeup and Hairstyling:

"Hitchcock"
"The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey"
"Les Miserables"

LES MISERABLES

Best Music (Original Score):

"Anna Karenina"
"Argo"
"Life of Pi"
"Lincoln"
"Skyfall"

SKYFALL

Best Music (Original Song):

"Before My Time" from "Chasing Ice"
"Everybody Needs A Best Friend" from "Ted"
"Pi's Lullaby" from "Life of Pi"
"Skyfall" from "Skyfall"
"Suddenly" from "Les Misérables"

SKYFALL

Best Production Design:

"Anna Karenina"
"The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey"
"Les Misérables"
"Life of Pi"
"Lincoln"

LES MISERABLES

Best Short Film, Animated:

"Adam and Dog"
"Fresh Guacamole"
"Head over Heels"
"Maggie Simpson in 'The Longest Daycare'"
"Paperman"

PAPERMAN

Best Sound Editing:

"Argo"
"Django Unchained"
"Life of Pi"
"Skyfall"
"Zero Dark Thirty"

ARGO

Best Sound Mixing:

"Argo"
"Les Misérables"
"Life of Pi"
"Lincoln"
"Skyfall"

LES MISERABLES

PD: didn't put all the categories because there are some I didn't see anything so it would be random

Toda la vida es sueño, Calderón de la Barca

Sueña el rey que es rey, y vive
con este engaño mandando,
disponiendo y gobernando;
y este aplauso, que recibe
prestado, en el viento escribe,
y en cenizas le convierte
la muerte, ¡desdicha fuerte!
¿Que hay quien intente reinar,
viendo que ha de despertar
en el sueño de la muerte?

Sueña el rico en su riqueza,
que más cuidados le ofrece;
sueña el pobre que padece
su miseria y su pobreza;
sueña el que a medrar empieza,
sueña el que afana y pretende,
sueña el que agravia y ofende,
y en el mundo, en conclusión,
todos sueñan lo que son,
aunque ninguno lo entiende.

Yo sueño que estoy aquí
destas prisiones cargado,
y soñé que en otro estado
más lisonjero me vi.
¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.
¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,
una sombra, una ficción,
y el mayor bien es pequeño:
que toda la vida es sueño,
y los sueños, sueños son.

Calderón de la Barca

No me interesa, Khalil Gibran

No me interesa, Khalil Gibran

No me interesa cómo te ganas la vida. Quiero saber lo que ansías, y si te atreves a soñar y alcanzar lo que tu corazón anhela.

No me interesa tu edad. Quiero saber si te arriesgarías a parecer un tonto por amor, por tus sueños, por la aventura de estar vivo.

No me interesa qué planetas cuadran con tu Luna. Quiero saber si has llegado al centro de tu propia tristeza, si las traiciones de la vida te han abierto o si te has marchitado y cerrado por miedo a sufrir.
Quiero saber si puedes vivir con el dolor, el mío o el tuyo, sin tratar de disimularlo, de atenuarlo o esconderlo.

Quiero saber si puedes experimentar con plenitud la alegría, la mía o la tuya, si puedes bailar con frenesí, dejar que éxtasis te llegue a la punta de los dedos de los pies y de las manos sin que tu prudencia te llame a ser cuidadoso, a ser realista, a recordar las limitaciones de nuestra condición humana.

No me interesara si lo que me cuentas es cierto. Quiero saber si puedes decepcionar a otra persona para serte fiel a ti mismo, si podrías soportar la acusación de traición para no traicionar a tu propia alma.

Quiero saber si puedes ver la belleza, aun cuando no se muestre como agradable, cada día, y si puedes hacer que tu propia vida surja de su presencia.

Quiero saber si puedes vivir con el fracaso, el tuyo y el mío, y de pie en la orilla del lago gritarle a la plateada forma de la luna llena: "¡Sí!".

No me interesa saber dónde vives ni cuánto dinero tienes. Quiero saber si puedes levantarte después de una noche de desesperanza, agotado y magullado hasta los huesos, y hacer lo que sea necesario para alimentar a tus hijos.

No me interesa saber a quién conoces ni cómo llegaste hasta aquí. Quiero saber si te quedarás en el centro del fuego conmigo.

No me interesa saber ni dónde ni cómo ni con quién estudiaste. Quiero saber lo que te sostiene, desde el interior, cuando todo lo demás se derrumba.

Quiero saber si puedes quedarte a solas contigo mismo, y si de verdad aprecias tu propia compañía en los momentos de vacío.

Primera vez que leí este texto fue en el instagram de Lorena Meritano. La última frase en este momento es mejor ni contestarla.

Retirado de http://totamor.blogspot.pt/2011/12/no-me-interesa-khalil-gibran.html

Um dia a maioria de nós irá se separar

Um dia a maioria de nós irá se separar. Sentiremos saudades de todas as conversas jogadas fora, as descobertas que fizemos, dos sonhos que tivemos, dos tantos risos e momentos que compartilhamos...

Saudades até dos momentos de lágrima, da angústia, das vésperas de finais de semana, de finais de ano, enfim... do companheirismo vivido... Sempre pensei que as amizades continuassem para sempre...

Hoje não tenho mais tanta certeza disso. Em breve cada um vai pra seu lado, seja pelo destino, ou por algum desentendimento, segue a sua vida, talvez continuemos a nos encontrar, quem sabe... nos e-mails trocados...

Podemos nos telefonar... conversar algumas bobagens. Aí os dias vão passar... meses... anos... até este contato tornar-se cada vez mais raro. Vamos nos perder no tempo...

Um dia nossos filhos verão aquelas fotografias e perguntarão: Quem são aquelas pessoas? Diremos que eram nossos amigos. E... isso vai doer tanto!!! Foram meus amigos, foi com eles que vivi os melhores anos de minha vida!

A saudade vai apertar bem dentro do peito. Vai dar uma vontade de ligar, ouvir aquelas vozes novamente... Quando o nosso grupo estiver incompleto... nos reuniremos para um último adeus de um amigo. E entre lágrima nos abraçaremos...

Faremos promessas de nos encontrar mais vezes daquele dia em diante. Por fim, cada um vai para o seu lado para continuar a viver a sua vidinha isolada do passado... E nos perderemos no tempo...

Por isso, fica aqui um pedido deste humilde amigo: não deixes que a vida passe em branco, e que pequenas adversidades sejam a causa de grandes tempestades...

Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores... mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!!!

Vinicius de Moraes

A decision has been made

And although I should stick with it, truth is... I can't. People keep asking me: do you regret it? And the answer is: every SINGLE day...

I had a dream

But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.
I dreamed a dream, Les Miserables
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And somehow saying goodbye isn't easy

Been here over a year and I've learnt so much that somehow saying goodbye isn't easy. Mexico is an excellent country and beeing away, being here, made me grow up. Let's take a look to what I've learnt: I've learnt that not all people who surrounds you is a friend, all lies eventually fall apart ( I figured quite a few from some friends) that when people say "I want to help you" they may not really mean it... I discovered a lot of lovely places I really loved like Chapultepec, the coffee place where we take our coffee ( and yeah ... I mean us), I discovered what is to feel something for a boy again (long time) ... To feel nervous everytime he makes a pass... I discovered that I just love theatre and I really want to work on sth related to show business... I laughed a lot, cried a lot too, drank (not so much), slept, fell and rise again... I felt depressed, I felt happy, I felt alone and with lot of people... I felt everything... And nothing. I miss home but I will sure miss Mexico. Thank you Mexico for the lovely stay you made me feel :)
Yep... Somehow it is really really hard to say goodbye ;)




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Who wants a hug?

Fiona Apple’s Moving Letter To Fans About Her Ailing Dog, Janet.

Fiona Apple’s Moving Letter To Fans About Her Ailing Dog, Janet.

Today’s cool thing of the day isn’t so much “cool” as in “hey that’s fun”, but more that I think it’s so cool that Fiona Apple shared so much about the painful reason she’s postponing her South American Tour. The reason is so she can be there when her best friend, her dog Janet, “stops being a dog, and instead, [becomes] part of everything.” But as her moving, four-page, handwritten letter makes clear, Janet is no ordinary dog. And the letter makes clear what we kind of already know, Fiona Apple is no ordinary songwriter.

Here’s the text of that letter:

It’s 6pm on Friday,and I’m writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet.
I am writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here’s the thing.
I have a dog Janet, and she’s been ill for almost two years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She’s almost 14 years old now.I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then ,an adult offi

cially - and she was my child.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She’s almost 14 and I’ve never seen her start a fight ,or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She’s a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact.
We’ve lived in numerous houses, and jumped a few make shift families, but it’s always really been the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she’s used to me being gone for a few weeks every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison’s Disease, which makes it dangerous for her to travel since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and to excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all of this, she’s effortlessly joyful and playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago.
She’s my best friend and my mother and my daughter, my benefactor, and she’s the one who taught me what love is.
I can’t come to South America. Not now.
When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn’t even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she’s not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That’s why they are so much more present than people.
But I know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog, and instead, be part of everything. She’ll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can’t leave her now, please understand.
If I go away again, I’m afraid she’ll die and I won’t have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes to pick which socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us.
I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love and friendship.
I am the woman who stays home and bakes Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend.
And helps her be comfortable, and comforted, and safe, and important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life, that keeps us feeling terrified and alone.
I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time.
I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I’ve ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel.
And I am asking for your blessing.

I’ll be seeing you.
Love, Fiona