The Graduate (Mike Nichols, 1967)

Hello darkness, my old friend/ Ive come to talk with you again/ Because a vision softly creeping/ Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain/ Still remains/ Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone/ Narrow streets of cobblestone/ Neath the halo of a street lamp/ I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light/ That split the night/ And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw/ Ten thousand people, maybe more/ People talking without speaking/ People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share/ And no one dared/ Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools”, said I, “You do not know/ Silence like a cancer grows/ Hear my words that I might teach you/ Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words, like silent raindrops fell/ And echoed/ In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed/ To the neon god they made/ And the sign flashed out its warning/ In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls/ And tenement halls”/And whispered in the sounds of silence

Grandes filmes de verão #1

Mulheres bonitas, praias, piscinas, pôker, bares, cruzeiros, viagens em trens, essas coisas.

Ladrão de Casaca (To Catch a Thief, 1955)
Os Homens Preferem as Loiras (Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, 1953)
007 Contra Goldfinger (Goldfinger, 1964)
A Primeira Noite de um Homem (The Graduate, 1967)
Gata em Teto de Zinco Quente (Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, 1958)
Um Tiro no Escuro (A Shot in the Dark, 1964)
Quanto Mais Quente Melhor (Some Like It Hot, 1959)