Tribeca Film Festival 2007

Desde el 25 de Abril hasta el 5 de Mayo estaré cubriendo el Festival de Cine de Tribeca en Nueva York para el website NYRemezcla. Estaré escribiendo enfocado en el cine argentino presente en el festival, y alguna otra película con presencia hispana. También puede haber alguna entrevista sorpresa.

El Festival de Cine de Tribeca fue fundado en 2002 por Robert De Niro, Jane Rosenthal y Craig Hatkoff como respuesta cultural y económica a los ataques terroristas del 11 de Septiembre. Hoy cuenta con más de 150 películas en exhibición provenientes de más de 40 países.

NYRemezcla es el único website bilingue de cultura Latinoamericana en Nueva York. Originalmente comenzó en el 2004 como una guía informal para eventos culturales Latinos bajo el nombre de NYMosaico, y ahora es la primera fuente de cultura Latina para Nueva York.

NYRemezcla dispone de cinco secciones de contenido editorial original--Artes, Música, Cine, Actualidad, y Comer y Beber--que cubren las últimas tendencias locales e internacionales sobre artes visuales, literatura, música, cine, vida nocturna, y más, con un foco en la principal cultura Latina.


From April 25 to May 5 I'll be covering the Tribeca Film Festival in New York for NYRemezcla. I'll be writing focused on the argentine films participating in the festival, and some others hispanic films too. It could also appear a surprising interview.

The Tribeca Film Festival was founded in 2002 by Robert De Niro, Jane Rosenthal and Craig Hatkoff as a cultural and economic response to the 9/11 attacks. Today it hosts more than 150 films from more than 40 countries.

NYRemezcla is the only bilingual website showcasing groundbreaking Latin American and Latino cultures in New York City. Originally started in 2004 as an informal guide to Latin cultural events under the name NYMosaico, the site has emerged as the premier source for Latin culture in New York City.

NYRemezcla boasts five sections of original editorial content--Artes, Música, Cine, Actualidad, and Comer y Beber--that cover the latest local and international trends in visual arts, literature, music, film, nightlife, current events, and more, with a focus on cutting-edge Latin culture.

Seven

Eight times I thought about it,
But I never did it.
Even when I dreamt to touch it,
I couldn’t reach it.

The first time I was a kid,
To tell my parents; it was a need,
I cried for a thousand seeds,
that some day I wouldn’t see.

Later on it was my lovely friend,
A coward bomb made us believe in hell,
After that nightmare my life changed,
Twelve years later, still so empty that jail…

Here it comes, the King of Happiness,
Best bottle, regular underwear, enjoying the casualness.
One advice: the coffin has no pockets; more is less.
Wonderful smile; devouring tumor; eternal kindness.

Three more times because things are great.
Those big nights I’ll never forget.
For my new life I couldn’t wait.
So the metamorphosis found me awake.

The Seventh Avenue is one block away.
Could be at any moment, destiny, accident or mistake.
Probably there is much more over there,
But I prefer to enjoy now, just in case.

Eight times I thought about it,
The last time: tonight while writing.
Its own existence makes possible to love this.
Next time will be while flying, or walking or running.

Eight

It was the last day of the week when I saw her (… and He rested). She came home with the usual smile and a t-shirt with a number stamped on it. I asked her the meaning of that. She thought about it for a few seconds… When she entered to my small room the whole place was magically as big and beautiful as Halicarnassus. I tried to open the blinds but it wasn’t necessary because her eyes illuminated me like the lighthouse of Alexandria would do. I looked at her t-shirt again. I tried to tell her something, but she sealed my lips with a delicate and private wet kiss, like in Babylon, where the water machines bring great abundance from the river, although no one outside can see it. Difference makes equality; we come from different worlds but the reflection of the Colossus tinted us with unity and love. Sweet love becomes wild and nature as Artemis at Ephesus. And her skin… soft, warm and her skin… every time I touch it I feel invincible as Zeus.

“…In his right hand a figure of Victory made from ivory and gold. In his left hand, his scepter inlaid with all metals, and an eagle perched on the sceptre. The sandals of the god are made of gold, as is his robe…” (Pausanias the Greek, 2nd century AD)

Even a tiny bed is not tiny enough but the opposite, and our bodies melt down and fuse into a compact precious stone which watches the world from the summit of Giza. We dream and walk through the streets with no need for money or great romantic dinners, because our nights and days transport us to the Nebuchadnezzar’s palace.

Maybe this is too much. Maybe we are near to cross the line where the excessive belief in one's own abilities would interfere the magic. Maybe we really desire others' status and situation. Perhaps we will soon seat at a restaurant and have an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires. And then the food won’t be enough and we will wish material wealth ignoring the realm of the spiritual. Yes, we will avoid any physical or spiritual work. Probably we are deeply craving for the pleasures of our bodies. Or if we have some day a fight, we will spurns love and opts instead for fury. Please save us with chastity, moderation, liberality, charity, meekness, zeal and humility!

The smallest number that can't be represented as a sum of fewer than four nonzero squares, the atomic number of nitrogen, the colors of the rainbow, the musical notes, the chakras, the dwarfs, the number of objects in the solar system visible to the naked eye… I still look at her t-shirt. Maybe it's only a ranking. Maybe it's only a number. Although if you ask me, if you really want to know the truth… the wonders are actually eight.