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Space 1999 the movie

ildylaniano — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 18:10:44 +0000

Continuing the theme mystery, who does not remember this series? I remember well, also because ‘I have the entire first series in “DVD.” The second part only, though, I think the first series unsurpassed.
A production by the first Anglo-Italian, I remember that sometimes in some scenes I closed my eyes for a few seconds, the second American and out of phase with the previous one.
The symbol then was fantastic.
Great novelty ‘that the moon leaves Earth orbit and begins to wander around the space, no longer’ find their way home, encountering aliens eager to put the “hand” on the human race.

The love Letter

ildylaniano — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 19:47:45 +0000

Browsing here and another blog I came across a post which spoke of “desk”.
In less than a few seconds I went with the memory above the movie-tv “The Love Letter.”
The film is about an antique desk (see poster) age ‘700 and first 800 that hides a mystery.
The mystery and ‘because the desk serves as a time machine, and the letters that arrive within a hidden drawer, came from a girl year in middle 1800, with an exchange of letters in real time.
The fact is that the man who lives in recent time (year 2000) responds to these letters, creating a sort of “exchange loving.”
Obviously the film hides a mysterious end, I am not saying the end because a film to see if you have a romantic nature.

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Freedom

ildylaniano — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 22:02:49 +0000

A cigarette, then two, three… .. nothing could leave the feeling of suffocation felt that grow in my.The evening was well spent, a dinner in a restaurant, a walk along the 4th street, the stories it without head and tail, a films seen through a pay TV, the night inside the bed doing healthy sex.But there was something that could escape, or at least something that was forgotten, but that was about to re-emerge, a malaise in which know and feel early symptoms.
I decided then to leave Elisabeth wrapped in cloth inside his bed received a gift from his aunt in Minnesota.
Even if the night had not yet taken my Suv, switched on the stereo and music at high volume, turn right and then left onto the famous Highway 61.
The music promised that which I needed, “One day I will be ‘free” said the song, and that freedom’ between the fresh pungent night, and the scent of wild woods, I was a new alive, was healthy for me.
The sense of suffocation began to fall, I needed freedom ‘, but how could last?
The answer is had in my pocket without to know.
The answer is “Never!”

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ildylaniano — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 13:20:14 +0000

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