Mulholland Drive

Today I want to talk about some movie, the film of David Lynch "Mulholland Drive".

I want to talk about that because we saw that movie in another class, and this is so interesting, because in that class we talk about Freud. And the movie it’s more amazing when we see this thinking of Freud.

The movie is very confusing, as like a dream, well, the movie it is a dream really, not all the movie (I think that), but the most part of that. In the movie are a lot of symbols, signs and meanings. This it’s so important, because I think that when Lynch makes a movie, he does not do anything without thinking in that.

Well, the movie is the dream of a woman who has killed her lover (female) with a hitman; this was done when she knew that she would marry with some director of movies, and the signal for when the hitman kill her was a blue key. Then that, she was in home and she saw the key in a table, and then that she started the dream. In that dream, in the dream she is projected as another person, an opposite person, a successful person. And, totality opposite way as the reality, she help her lover to survive, and was other humans who want to killing her.

So, I will not tell you the ending of the movie or more details, I can only recommend you to see that.

And a pic:

Banksy on the streets of New York

One article of The Guardian said: "Banksy was selling original paints in Central Park, NY".



The British graffiti artist, political activist, film director, and painter.

On Sunday Banksy was appeared in the park with some of his paints (stencil), the Price of that was $60 a piece. The paints had a sign saying"100% original" Banksys.

The people in the park did not believe this, but was true.

Like in Chile, in United States the artist can't sell on the street, and, because that, Banksys was underarrest, and the cops confiscated their work.

 Banksy always have an antagonistic relationship with the law, and this is not a problema for him, is part of his work.

The cops banning them from the park in front of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. But in the same way of graffiti artists, he have benefited, his art are chic, the beau monde never hired street vendors to give them some rebellious cool.



Retba

Maybe we don´t know much about the world, sometimes I think that we don't see the world really, especially the persons who live in the city, like me. And this is because we live here, in the cement city, far away of the royal nature.

With Internet we can "visit" some places, which maybe we never can't visit, and is difficult to imagine places like that if we don't live in those countries.

For example, exist some lake in Senegal, the name of the lake is Retba, and the color of this lake is pink. The color pink is because the water has a Dunaliella salina alga and that produce a red pigment whose make a pink color.
The color of the lake changes because this microorganism needs sun for energy. When the sunlight is more, the lake is more pink. So, because that in dry season, the lake is more pink that any thing of the world.

I want to show you some pics of that lake:

A Pink lake, not blue, not brown, pink.

The house of the tree.

The house of the tree was the first place where we can stay with ourselves.

When I was a little girl, more little, I liked to climb trees.
 Really, I never had my own house of the tree, I just climbed the trees and I took fruits from there. But in my uncle`s house, they had a tree house.
I remember so clearly this time, in summer me and my family went to this house all the weekends, or maybe not all of the weekends, but I remember a lot of times in his house.

We had lunch at two o clock, then we go to the pool for some water, I used swimming wings , and I played in the pool with my cousin. Then we stayed in the grass with some towels.
When we stayed in the garden, long long garden, with cows and dogs, I saw the tree house, I knew my cousin didn't like to go, so, I went there alone.
I don't know why she didn't like to go to the tree house, I think it was maybe because the house had a lot of bees and wasps, or maybe it was because she was tired, or because she was bored of this house. She didn`t have anything inside of her tree house.

When I was inside, I heard the bees and wasps, but they didn`t enter the house, but, I could hear myself too, and this is the beautiful part of the story.
 I looked out of the window and shook my hands in the air, I wanted to say hello to my family. Then I went down in the sledge and  went away fast, because the wasp wanted to eat me.