Hoje fiz algo inconfessável. Tem a ver com algo redondo, um empate e muito vermelho. Mas não estou muito envergonhado :P

E deixou-me no mood certo para ver o meu 1º filme do Abbas Kiarostami, andava a precisar deste mood há alguns dias já:

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)

And at a given point in the afternoon paradise comes to earth:



And the folks in the tribe, singing joyfully in an African prairie or a South Pacific island (the differences are more dim than we might think), are not fully naked but wear feathers over their most intimate parts.

Claro que depois há estas outras completamente hilariantes...



Num sentido muito retorcido a coisa até é um bocadinho fofa.

I have to consider Belle and Sebastian the best feelgood band around. This title imposes itself over all their other qualities as a perfectly prolific multi-instrumental band.

Is there a better way to start an afternoon with a smile other than a very pleasant cover of one of their songs?