Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Out of Africa/Africa mía. Mostrar todas las entradas
Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Out of Africa/Africa mía. Mostrar todas las entradas

martes, 14 de julio de 2009

Viajar sin moverse del escritorio...

Me parece absolutamente imprescindible. Ante la imposibilidad logística y - por cierto - económica de viajar todos los días y a cada rato, es para mí una necesidad "arrancarme", algún momento del quehacer diario.

Ayer recibí este video que me envió una amiga desde los Estados Unidos. Mágico. Simplemente me quedé sin palabras, con una tremenda sonrisa y el corazón latiendo a mil... me vi en un safari en el continente negro.

Además me encanta la canción.
¡Espero que lo disfruten!


"Africa" - Toto.

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way,
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancinet melodies
He turned to me as if to say, Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you


CHORUS:
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had


The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serangetti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become


CHORUS


(Instrumental break)


Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you


It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa, I passed some rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

martes, 27 de mayo de 2008

Adiós y gracias, señor Pollack

Jamás supe de su existencia, sino hasta el día en que por primera vez vi "Africa mía" ("Out of Africa"). La peli es del 85, y yo nací el 84. Pero la ví y quedé hechizada.
La historia es mágica, y Sydney Pollack pudo hacerla resaltar hasta su máxima expresión... la baronesa dueña de una plantación en la Kenya colonial, en el siglo XX. Su romance con un aventurero cazador. La escena sobre el avión, y el lugar que los leones visitan siempre son algo conmovedor. Se basa en una historia real, lo que la hace mucho más atrayente.
Hoy me enteré de su muerte. No sé si era casado, si tenía hijos, si fumaba, si se levantaba temprano. Quizás nuca lo sabré, pero sí que sé que con "África mía" me enseñó a volar...



I never knew this man existed, until the day I saw "Out of Africa" for the first time. The movie was made on 1985, and i was born a year earlier, but i saw it a while ago, and i was bewitched.
The story is magical, and Sydney Pollack brought it to the top of what it could be. In 20th century colonial Kenya, a Danish baroness/plantation owner has a passionate but ultimately doomed love affair with a free-sprited hunter. It's based on a real story, which makes it even more interesting.
Today i found out Mr. Pollack died. I don't know whether he was married or had any children. I don't know if he was a smoker or if he woke up early everyday. Maybe i'l never know, but i do know that he taught me how to fly with "Out of Africa".
 
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