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The Impossible

This film is based on the tsunami that occurred in Thailand during Boxing Day that year.

A family of four; mother (Naomi Watts), father (Ewan McGregor), and three sons (Tom Holland, Samuel Joslin and Oaklee Pendergast), are just vacationing in their hotel when the tsunami suddenly hits and surprises everyone on that coastline.

It’s intruiging and so very desperate to see what those poor people had to go through. Being dressed in not much more than bathing suits, they had (all of them, not just the family portrayed here, obviously) to try and find their loved ones back. Given that trees had fallen down and people probably have been trapped under there, it must have been horrific to witness and to be part of such a disaster.
You also see Lucas having to be far more of a man, all of the sudden. His mother is wounded, he just wants to go back to something that seems familiar and safe, and suddenly his mother points him to creatures that are even more vulnerable and lonely, such as the little barely 2 year old they bump into.
The adventure they have together, aswell as their husband and his father, with the two sons and siblings, is quite remarkable and shows quite well how things went.
The friendliness of local people, but also how cruel circumstances can be, despite everyone’s efforts to make the best of it.

Maria (Naomi Watts) is still being the perfect mother when in hospital and so deadly ill. Giving Lucas the assignment to go look for people who need help. It seems strange to send her son away, and yet: with the adrenaline bursting, it is truly good for his mind to be occupied that way.
The euphoric feeling he gets when he has a match is incredible.

The only thing that quite bothered me -though this is typically Hollywood, I get that- is that they team behind the film apparently couldn’t be bothered to look for a family that even slightly resembled the actual family they have been depicting. They chose their specific story, which is indeed extraordinary, and included lots of other survivors aswell, so why not choose likewise people? This wasn’t a typical American family, as is shown. They are actually Spanish.
Then again: it does not, in itself, mean that Naomi Watts and Ewan McGregor, nor the boys, don’t do their job well. They do so, the story is desperate and heartwarming. Just what you need on a rainy day with a cup of hot tea within reach.

It’s well worth a watch.


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Posted by on March 18, 2018 in Films, Poems, Uncategorized


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Grave / La Tomba

Your face is on a plaque.
Never were you in a place so long
as on that silent hill
while thunderstorms are gathering
above my troubled head
no one can stop my thoughts from gandering
about you, my pretty lad
my heart beats for you and tries to find
another rhythm to make a duet
it has to find a melody, unsang
to mend the broken heart

Two pots of ash behind that plaque
which hold the remains of you
the you that was body, mind and soul
now only has dust of body.
You were never alone and even now in death
you have been split up into two
for someone who got married
and someone living by a shore

By hearing nature speak its roar
I realise all the more
you were never mine
it will all be fine
and I should have been less of a bore


La tua faccia è su una placca
Non eri mai su uno posto per un tempo così lungo
Come sopra questa collina tutta tranquilla
Mentre i temporali stanno radunando
Sopra la mia testa turbata

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Posted by on January 2, 2017 in Poems




you don’t know what hit you
that all someone needed to do
was to ask: ‘how are you, sweetheart?’
It’s like someone threw a bullseye dart
into your board of Zen
you can’t breath, not even count to ten
you’re incapable of thinking
your mind feels like a ship that’s sinking
no way of getting out, the sorrow that goes in waves,
have hit you and there’s a storm out. No caves
to hide in, just you and the feelings
you haven’t bared in a while, squirming out like eelings
shocking, hurting, slapping you around
you feel like you’re about to be drowned
except that isn’t true
it’s the lack of a sensible life to pursue
you feel like shit has just hit the fence
and it’s only a dude asking for a pence
outside the supermarket where you just did shopping
man, you have some issues with your cropping
(of feelings, that is!
It’s not a game of Tetris,
you have to actually deal with it once in a while
and if not, find yourself a proper phone to dial
the number of 0900-FIND-ME-A-THERAPIST
’cause this ain’t going nowhere, period!)

Yes, so it doesn’t rhyme. Or float well. Whatever
Bite me, endeavour.

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Posted by on April 30, 2016 in Poems



There where the elves sing is a good place

they sing half at shore, up to the moon

their singing makes your heart race

but in a good way, for never were you so merry

as listening to the sound of their approaching ferry

coming from all the way up there down to earth in the water

where it mixes with the elves and their pet otter

unfortunately this little bastard makes the ferry sink

then again it brings me up to think

elves are not so real in life for all that matters

it’s important that you keep your dream and not the shatters

of dreams being dreamed earlier before

the ones that were so lovely and never reached any shore



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Posted by on March 2, 2015 in Childrens story, Poems, Projects


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Mushroom of delight (poem)

Oh mushroom of delight
Never before I saw such a lovely sight!
Dewdrops sliding on your brightred top
luring, like a freshly opened soda pop
dressed in a perfect fitting hood and skirt
you are such a naughty flirt!
with nature surrounding you in all its pride
looking intimidating, to a level of fright
you unspotted little devil
can bring pleasure in unlimited level
as soon as anyone puts lips around your smooth, shiny hat
your body really becomes quite fat
But can feed to the bone oh so very well
oh, you little daredevil…

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Posted by on October 23, 2014 in Daily life, Poems


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