french film festival

If you asked me like 5 or 6 years ago, whether I would be able to enjoy a french movie. There's a big fat chance that I would say NO. But now, here I am, not only a devoted follower to the event, I also take the course twice a week. That's part of the reasons why I'm so excited about this year french film festival.

The first movie I watched yesterday were La tête de maman and Un secret. Both movies are in different genre and somehow both movies involve a secret love affair. In short, they're so good! Watching movies alone can be very amusing, but watching movies with a friend makes it even better. Thanks AB and Ba (I do hope you'll get the invitation, HAHAHA).

List of the movies that I'm going to see (or I've watched) in the festival:
  1. La tête de maman
  2. Un secret
  3. Ceux qui restent
  4. Je crois que je l'aime
  5. Modern love
  6. Seuls two
  7. Le premier jour du reste de ta vie
  8. Ce soir je dors chez toi
  9. Vilaine
  10. Un baiser, s'il vous plaît
  11. Tout est pardonné
  12. Le nouveau protocole
  13. Entre les murs (if only someone is kind enough to give me the invitation to the closing)
If you do attend the event (17 April - 10 May 2009, check the schedule here.), don't hesitate to say hello. :)

a poem: if you forget me

This poem is written by Pablo Nedura, a chilean poet. It was part of compliation of a movie called Il Postino. It's a very lovely and somehow sad poem. I like it.

If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look at the crystal moon,
at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch near
the fire the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loveing me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.