“Knuckle Sandwich”, “Sanduíche de Pernil”? em Cloud Atlas

Assistindo ao filme “A Viagem" (Cloud Atlas, 2013) no cinema ontem, pela segunda vez, fiquei ainda mais intrigado com duas coisas que vi. Não eram exatamente sobre filme. Mais precisamente sobre as LEGENDAS.

Dermont "Duster" Hoggins (Tom Hanks) está irritado com Felix Finch (Alistair Petrie) por causa do artigo criticando negativamente seu livro. Hoggins aproxima-se de Finch, chamando a atenção de todos os convidados no evento, e começa a parabenizá-lo de forma sarcástica. Finch sem se dar por incomodado faz mais críticas ao livro de Hoggins que o deixam ainda mais aborrecido. Ele agarra Finch e o arremessa pelo terraço que se espatifa no chão. Dessa cena em diante, o título do livro é mencionado algumas vezes, “Knuckle Sandwich”. Acontece que, na legenda, aparece o termo “Sanduíche de Pernil” referente ao nome do livro de Hoggins. Isso me deixou intrigado e inquieto mentalmente. “Knuckle Sandwich”, “Sanduíche de Pernil”? Pensei. Ao assistir pela segunda vez, fiquei ainda mais intrigado. Hoje, assistindo a uma versão baixada da internet, com mais calma, minha mente atentou para o fato: mais um caso de péssima tradução.  KNUCKLE SANDWICH não tem nada a ver com SANDUÍCHE DE PERNIL – pelo menos no contexto do filme e com base em minhas pesquisas. “Knuckle” refere-se àquelas articulações no fim dos dedos, as articulações entre os Metacarpos e das Falanges Proximais, ou seja, as partes mais salientes dos dedos de um punho fechado.   

Imagem: The "Word Thoughts" Blog

Logo, levando-se em consideração o temperamento e caracterização de Hoggins e a capa do seu livro, “Knuckle Sandwich”, está muito distante de referir-se a um tipo de sanduíche. O termo “Knuckle Sandwich” refere-se justamente a um soco (as articulações dos dedos, “knuckles”) desferido na boca boca de alguém (“sandwich”... preciso mesmo estabelecer a analogia?). E tem tudo a ver com Hoggins, não concordam?

Portanto, qual seria o título mais adequado para uma versão de "Knuckle Sandwich" em português? "Soco Na Boca"? Seria uma boa sugestão...

Fontes:

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=knuckle+sandwich

http://cloudatlas.wikia.com/wiki/Knuckle_Sandwich

http://thewordthoughtsblog.blogspot.com.br/2011/04/knuckle.html

Single-Player Mission

At times you decide to go on a mission:
A journey to retrieve and put together the pieces of a puzzle.
Turns out the pieces of this puzzle are not found along the way...,
Actually, some of them are - most of them are not
At times, some people come closer meaning to join your quest for the long-lost pieces,
meaning to share your mission directives.
But what it happens is that they are YOUR mission, NOT theirs, and at a certain point, you notice you are by yourself once again... You notice you have always been on your own.
At times, going on a single-player mission means you'll find no one to back you up...
The mission is not over, never was and will never be unless I tell it is.
(by HAM)

Today my mind is flying high

You know what... listening to "To The Summit" by Jon Schmidt from "The Piano Guys" here and thinking about a video I saw in which there was this non-talented countryside girl who calls herself a singer, I've realized that dreams do come true... sooner or later, they do. Every single day small moves are made towards what we put our minds to. Every single day we add a stone to our castle. In the end life is made of small moves I think... Is this hope I am feeling deep inside?

Today my mind is flying high to this piano...

Don't Leave Me (by GREEN DAY)

Don't Leave Me

(Green Day)

I'll go for miles

Till I find you

You say you want to leave me

But you can't choose

I've gone thru pain

Every day and night

I feel my mind is going insane

Something I can't fight

Don't leave me

A blank expression

Covering your face

I'm looking for directions

For out of this place

I start to wonder

If you'll come back

I feel the rain storming after thunder

I can't hold back

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DON'T LEAVE ME song meaning:

"In this song the narrator vividly describes his utter despair aroused by the news that someone he deeply cares about is going to leave him. He can't believe how unfair the situation is - he would do anything and go anywhere just to be with this person...but they leave him. It's driving him insane - after everything he's gone through to be with this person, they leave him. And he's trying really hard to understand the reasons, accept what's about to happen and not be selfish, but he can't hold back the pain of his misery and so he screams "Don't leave me!" He's trying to understand what this person feels about leaving him like this, and whether they feel anything at all. He realizes they might never come back. He can't fight his pain and confusion - how could this happen? Life is not fair."

http://www.geekstinkbreath.net/greenday/song-meanings/dont-leave-me/

A vida é como uma calçada (Life is like a sidewalk)

 

  A vida é como uma calçada*

[Inglês]

A vida é como uma calçada: 

algumas são bem pavimentadas; mas algumas têm rachaduras, 
buracos, e pontas de cigarros, pedaços de papel, latas vazias de refrigerante e cerveja, coco de cachorro, lixo,

e pessoas que param e ficam conversando
com alguma pessoa bem no meio, 

e carros estacionados indevidamente, 

bloqueando a passagem dos pedestres

ou dificuldando a visão da beleza em torno

do caminho que você está passando.

*Este texto é parcialmente adaptado da fala de Max na animação "Mary and Max", de Adam Elliot. Ele reflete também a minha própria visão da vida e minhas preocupações com as calçadas aqui na cidade de Salvador, Bahia.

Verses On Three
(written by HAM)

Three is a mysterious number.
Three generally stands for body, mind, and spirit;
Three spirals of the triskelion.
Three is the father, the son, and the holy ghost.
Three are the attributes to God: omniscience, omnipresence, and omnipotence.
Three are also Peter's Denials.
Three days were taken for Jesus to ressurrect,
Three gifts to baby Jesus from Three Wise Kings.
Three is the number of phonemes of the figure 3: / θ/– /r/ – /i/;
Three phonemes as in “I Am”, as well.
Three means life through a father, a mother, and a child.
Three is how time is divided: past (yesterday), present (today), and future (tomorrow).
Three essential elements when in synch make things happen: thought (ideas), emotion (feelings), and deed (gestures, words).
Three are the powers of creation, preservation, and destruction.
Three is a number of the whole: a beginning, a middle, an end.
Three, the syllables of her name.
Three letters for what matters most: mom.

Three is a mysterious number, isn’t it?
Three days to go to look at myself in the mirror.
Three days to start upgrading my life…
Three days.

Transformers - A Música

LINKIN' PARK - What I've Done
(Mike Shinoda / Chester Bennington)

In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
So let mercy come
And wash away

[chorus]
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out
What I've become
Erase myself
And let go of
What I've done

Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands
Of uncertainty
So let mercy come
And wash away

[chorus]
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out
What I've become
Erase myself
And let go of
What I've done

For what I've done
I'll start again
And whatever thing may come
Today this ends
I'm forgiving

What I've done

I'll face myself
To cross out
What I've become
Erase myself
And let go of
What I've done

(Na, Na, Na)

What I've done (Na, Na, Na)
I'm forgiving what I've done (Na, Na, Na)

Most Serene (Sereníssima - Legião Urbana)

videoclip criado por internauta e publicado no Youtube.

Most Serene
(Dado Villa-Lobos / Renato Russo / Marcelo Bonfá)
V. Legião Urbana. 1991. EMI-Odeon.
Tradução: HAM

I am a sentimental animal
I cling to that easily arouses my desire
Try to make me do what I do not want
And you’ll soon see what happens

I think I understand what you meant to say
But there are other things
I obtained my balance courting insanity
Everything else is lost but there are possibilities

We had the idea, but you changed the plans
We had a plan, you changed your mind
It’s gone, it’s gone – maybe another day

I dreamed some time ago, now I can’t even get to sleep
When was the first time we competed?
What nobody notices is what everyone knows
I don’t know about terrorism, we spoke of friendship

I am no more interested in what I feel
I don’t believe in anything except doubt
You wait for answers I don’t have but
I won’t fight for it

I even think twice if you want to stay.

My unseasoned orange tree, why are you so silvered?
Was it the moon this night, or the dew of the dawn
I have a silly grin, like hiccup

As chaos moves on
With all the calm of the world.

Discombobulated

(por HAM.)

You‘re telling me, I listen, but
Words make no sense
I don’t understand.
I can’t think straight.

I dunno what I’m saying
Not even what I thought
Deceiving words, huh?
Who? When? What?

I’m all discombobulated.

Your mouth moving
Sounds like mumbling,
Greek to me.
Anything wrong?

I resort to an interpreter,
Pen, pencil, a keyboard, a blog
Nothing comes out,
No input or output

Am I all discombobulated?

BEE-tee-WEE...BEE-tee-WEE!

[Portuguese]

"BEE-tee-WEE...BEE-tee-WEE!"
That's the call we hear every morning from our house. A couple of Great Kiskadees, which resides on the top of a lightpole in front of our residence, announces, their way, mornings filled with everything good. At least, that's what my mother says. She is marvelled at seeing them making our rusted iron front gate a perch. Every morning, it is possible to see one of them on the gate. I'm not sure whether it is a male or female, I just know there they are, "at work".

They have been messy these days, you know. Their pole has been dirty. Aw! Thanks, Great Kiskadees, for adding a new daily chore: clean bird poop... LOL. I love it!

Whenever I can, I spend some time observing them in their urban habitat. I keep on watching the couple's routine, I see them feed their already grown offspring, with their flocks holding an adult Kiskadee's definitive colors, fly around the nest, guarding them from another roof and chase away the potencially threats. In general, other birds. It is commonplace to see them defend their offspring by attacking the invaders. I have a great time on that because they are very noisy and daring.

The telephone company guy
The other day, a telephone company worker needed to climb up the pole to install a phone line. The Great Kiskadees were apart, as they used to do, landed on the next door rooves, just watching the man going up. The man took his chance to see the young birds, sticking his hand into the nest and retrieving one of them. There were two. Then I could see them for the first time. Till then It was not possible because I wouldn't ever climb up the pole just to see some birds. That's the truth. The attentive parents were following all the man's moves, from their spots, calling as if they were saying "Get outta there! Beat it". All of a sudden, the two Great Kiskadees began to fly around the nosy worker's head. The birds were crying and wishing to beak him. Afterwards they landed on a high tension cable and restarted to attack him agressively. The man had to finish his work soon otherwise the birds would keep on distracting him. In case the man would be absent minded for a second, the birds would come and beak him in the head.

The worker seemed not to care about the Kiskadee's attacks. He observed their moves, while he did what he's meant to do, attached to the pole, handling the telephone cables next to the next. That way he had taken the little birds and dealt with the parents flying around his head, he seemed to be a bird lover. When he finished the work, went down from the pole and tenderly said goodbye to the Great Kiskadee's family. The loving and caring protective parents returned to the nest in order to check if it was alright with their babies.

The Cat
We've always had them as neighbors kiskadess themselves, but they never lived this close. A few months here, they settled permanently on the pole, the roof of the neighbor's house and other nearest points. They have always bee offering me scenes at least funny.

Last week, I had just woken up. I got up, I stretched out and, as usual, I opened the window to see the sunlight. It was a nice day, I might add. Only you could hear the songs sung by birds: doves, tanagers and of course, great kiskadees.

The trance state in which I stood was soon interrupted by the laughter of the neighboring house from the front, from the top of her balcony. She'd just laugh. He seemed amused that something happened down there. It was a cat.

He was big, had dyed black for the back and front legs. The hind legs and belly were white. He had a huge face, round. It's been a long time cats do not appear in these parts. He looked scared.

The girl looked intently towards the pussy, enjoying the scene and that had awakened me. The cat moved stealthily, slowly moving away from the front of our homes. The girl was still laughing at the balcony while waiting for something. I, the square opening my window, trying to identify what this was all about. Suddenly the girl screams, "Here it comes." And I kept looking for what was coming. Saw nothing.

"Jeez," she exclaimed. When I turned to see the cat, the poor man was crouching, dressed down, with the same scared look. The reason? Guess what: the great kiskadees! They were chasing the cat. As he moved, the birds came down upon him, with its flybys, kamikazes, almost getting a piece of his scalp. I started laughing.

"What bold little birds they are!" I said to myself. This natural behavior of the young birds made my day. I do not deny that I wanted to have seen the cat taking a good pecking, but he finally managed to get rid of the of the rascal. What could he do, right?

Overview upon "Equilibrium"

[Portuguese]

The movie Equilibrium (2002), directed by Kurt Wimmer, portraits the darkness behind the “good intentions”, values and morality’s manipulation and deturpation of a minority who holds the power, dictating rules on how to behave and think, inhibiting others from expressing their free thoughts, according to their ideas, represented for the Tetragramatron. Ironically, the name refers to the four letters which form God’s Hebrew name, YHWH. Besides, the New Order flag is similar to the Nazi one. The allusion to a State based on dogmatical principles is not just a coincidence. It does exist some criticism to a confessional State which promotes a “good intention” policy, disseminating dubious ideas and principles.

It is not fiction. Turning to our reality, it is possible to see that freedom and democracy we think we’re living are no more than illusion, a subtle form of controlling, of oppression forged to keep things the way they have always been: all for a few and nothing for the most. We’ve got our daily dose of “Prozium” as well, but we’re not the ones who apply them. Politicians and opinion formers do that for us, by using a powerful instrument nowadays, television - the altar we bend and worship before it. Through the media, the means of mass communication, we consume all sort of information without questioning. We seem not show any (re)action before the state of things around us (misery, violence, famine) as a result of a breaking and curropted State with a defective apparatus.

Remember: Like it would happen in the Medieval times, thinking is harmful to the system. Do not read because you will probably have ideas ans that's very dangerous. You may dream and change things. The difference is that today "they" do not burn us alive nor hang us, do not lock us in cold and rat-populated dungeons. The prision is invisible to the naked eye, it is for our minds.

We are led to believe we have rights, mas the truth is we have no rights. Look around. Listen up and think about it. Why do you think education is bad? What does it happen everytime people raise up against the powerful, the oppressors? Do you think police is out there to defend us or protect the State? Why isn't there enough investments in education and healthcare, easy acess to culural events, such as cinema, theater? Why are books so expensive after all?


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Watch this video. It's one of my favorites. It's good, intelligent, it is catchy. And it also has a good breathtaking fighting choreography with that Gun Kata stuff, created by the director himself who plus played as cameo at the openning scene (the man in the shadows performing the Gun Kata. That's my suggestion for now.

O futuro sem as artes em "Equilibrium"

Num futuro não muito distante, após a III Guerra Mundial, instaurou-se uma Nova Ordem mundial, o Conselho Tetragramatron. Todas as formas de expressão artística da humanidade, música, literatura, pinturas, esculturas, teatro foram proibidas. Quem ousa quebrar as regras é perseguido e morto. As obras, destruídas. As artes despertam no homem emoções e são estas as causas principais dos conflitos sociais, da degradação do homem.

A liberdade de expressão, o pensamento e a individualidade são uma heresia. O cidadãos são obrigados pelo governo a diariamente injetarem uma droga, o "Prozium", para que não sintam nenhuma emoção. Esse é o cenário de Equilibrium (2002), filme dirigido por Kurt Wimmer, estrelado por Christian Bale no papel de John Preston.

Preston decobre que seu parceiro Errol Partridge (Sean Bean) possui um livro de poemas e resolve investiga-lo. Preston o encontra numa igreja abandonada, lendo trechos de He Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven, do poeta irlandês William Butler Yeats e o elimina. Acidentalmete Preston quebra o vidro com a droga inibidora e devido a um tumulto no centro não consegue fazer a reposição. A partir daí, ele começa a experimentar emoções e a questionar o sistema. Abaixo o poema na íntegra e sua tradução.












He Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W. B. Yeats (1865 - 1939)

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Se eu me vestisse como os anjos
Do sol e azuis da noite os tons
Das estrelas do céu os arranjos
Dos meus planos à luz da meia-luz
Colocaria o mundo a teus pés
Mas sou pobre e tendo só meus sonhos
Quero colocá-los a teus pés
Pise com cuidado, são meus sonhos.

(versão de Marcos Prado e Thadeu)












Onde baixar o filme:
http://rapidshare-com-files-movies.blogspot.com/2008/11/equilibrium-hddvd-720p-2002-rapidshare.html
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NOTA: Leia meu comentário sobre o filme.
http://blogdoham.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-olhar-sobre-equilibrium.html

Footsteps (Pegadas na Areia)

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you you'd walk with me all the way, but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me." The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

(Unknown author)


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NOTA: Eu sempre gostei deste texto Pegadas na Areia,
especialmente em inglês, Footsteps. Por isso,
estou disponibilizando-o para vocês.

The dream world I was in

I woke up this morning not wanting to do so
I wanted to return to the dream world I was in
Quiet and silenced, though

I felt not confortable
'Cause I'd been dragged out of that dream
There was nothing special there, nothing at all
I was just not thinking.
That's what I recall.

While I was by myself among others,
It felt so peaceful, quiet and silenced inside
The dream world I was in
Kept all sorrow and pain far behind.

I woke up this morning not wanting to leave
I just wanted to rest in peace
Sleep or death? You may ask
I know not... No matter.

As palavras às vezes são uma terapia

Muitas vezes me dedico a este exercício difícil que é o de expressar emoções através das palavras, especialmente quando estamos reunidos eu, eu mesmo e HAM. Embora difícil, há instantes em que elas parecem saltar ao papel ou à tela do computador com facilidade. Me faz muito bem, eu aprendi isso há alguns anos.

Foi dessa maneira que surgiu esse poema em inglês. No dia 04/10/09, me deu vontade de "brincar com as palavras" e quando me dei conta tinha ficado assim:

What’s left for me?

Deeply I was hurt
By the deeds and words
of the one I love.

I’m into a maze
I can't say
from right or wrong
Therefore I been forced
to eternally roam

My soul's turned to dust
For in my love I no longer trust
My heart's bleeding out
And my hope's gone now
What’s left for me?