quarta-feira, abril 25, 2012

Gustavo Taretto - cineasta argentino



Biography

Gustavo Taretto was born in Buenos Aires in 1965. In 1983 he started attending different photography workshops, black & white and color. At the same time, he studied music and started to attend to script and direction workshops. In 1993 he started working as a creative in an advertising agency. After 14 years, he reached the executive creative direction in Ogilvy Argentina. He received several awards in festivals arround the world, among others the Gold Lion in 2002.
In 1999 he joined the school of the master José Martinez Suarez. Where he wrote and directed 3 short films, LAS INSOLADAS, CIEN PESOS and MEDIANERAS, which has received more than 40 international awards, including the Gran Prix in Clemont Ferrand, 2006. His fourth short film HOY NO ESTOY has been premiered in Locarno and received the Leopard of domain for the Best Short Film.
Hoy No estoy : http://vimeo.com/25468363
Medianeras: http://vimeo.com/23266375
Una vez mas: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwaJzsDLNgA&feature=related

segunda-feira, abril 02, 2012

23:30. Se ela te quisesse, ela teria te dito. Agosto.
Das estacões. A gosto.
Ninguém sabe o que passa na mente do poeta.
Na verdade, ninguém sabe.
Chove aqui, chove acolá.
Tossem aqui, tossem acolá.
Ocular. Oco. lá. Ocultar.
Entre tantas, entre poucas
Entre nuas poucas bocas.
Entre elas, entre pernas.
No cair da noite,
No cair das pálpebras.

A little spring poem

A little spring poem

Through the window,

The roses dance to the sound of the wind

The company of the unheard rose’s dance

is like a lively jazz.

Here, stays

The sweetest sadness.

The hours.

The being.

Roses, roses, roses

Let me get back.

Ma fleur

The unsaid lament
The beauty is wordless
Time to throw down the finest wings
The pastoril symphony of moaning

A lucid dream

No happy-end at the end
Await, the waltz

There are kisses by the entrance.
Pieces by the closing door.
No arms wide open for the sprouting flower

'Vagabondly' in the mundane portrait
Another contradictory flower
I, young!

(this poem should be read with a French English accent)


Prelude #1

Chaosly phrasing reveries. A dreaming dance of words. Crafting the self.
Melodic motifs within infinite possibilities.
The moment of time, the moment of being.
Welcome!