This is the end of the year and there's very little to do. I miss being busy, don't know what to do with my time. Reading, yes, I've read two books in two days, but nothing that special. I'm postponing Saramago, leaving it till it gets really necessary. Tomorrow, perhaps, after a walk.
My other faorite activity saves me. Again, I watched The End of the affair.
Fim de ano, pouca coisa pra fazer, falta de hábito de ficar assim, à toa. What a awonderful film. The book is astonishing, but the film, oh, what a delicious thing. And I'm not even a big fan of Fiennes, but Juliane captivates me more and more.
I'm not sure about what it is that makes me so attached to it. Is it the passion, the lust, the dilemma...
"love doesn't end just because we don't see each other" Sarah tells Bendrix. True. But it can really hurt.
Well, I took the kids to the cinema last week for my son's birthday, there were 8 guys. Pre adolescents they call themselves. The film was Madagascar 2. New shopping center in town. New film, less good than the first one, but funny.
And the thrill of having everybody talking at the same time. Just what I call a happy day. Something to have once in a year.
