jueves, 23 de julio de 2015

À quoi bon la morale ?

Une action ne peut être morale que si elle est libre

Pourquoi le mal et la souffrance ?

Dieu fait le monde comme la mer Lea continents: en se retirant

domingo, 12 de julio de 2015

Moulin rouge

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in wordas how wonderful life is now you're in the world

Moulin rouge

Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself. It always ends bad.

Moulin rouge

The show must go on, Satine. We're creatures of the underworld. We can't afford to love.

Moulin rouge

The hills are alive with the sound of music. With songs they have sung for a thousand years.

Moulin rouge

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. And one not so very special day, I went to my typewriter,I sat down and I wrote our story. A story about a time. A story about a place. A story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The end.

Moulin rouge

I first came to Paris one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Harold Zidler or Satine. The world had been swept up in the Bohemian Revolution and I had travelled from London to be a part of it. On a hill near Paris, was the village of Montmatre. It was not what my father had said but the center of the Bohemian world. Musicians, painters, writers. They were known as the children of the revolution. Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and at which I believed above all things, love. But there was only one problem, I've never been in love!

Moulin rouge

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return

El diablo viste de prada

El día que tu vida personal esté destruida, es tiempo de un ascenso