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A badly beaten woman who wakes up on the edge of a garbage dump. As she finds her way home, she is unable to escape the reality of who she really is. The movie is set in Los Angeles and visually embraces a beaten down environment. DH Peligro plays Orderly Mike, a man wrongly accused of sexual impropriety with a female patient, although women are his achilles heel. He meets the main character Eden early in her journey. She is unable to talk due to a broken jaw and has been misread as either drug addled or homeless. Mike is one of the first people to actually help her and not just pass her off as human garbage.
dead kennedys
Tweaked
Sex Date
Dreadnaught King of Afro Punk
Red Hot Chili Peppers/Peligro/Dh Peligro
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In a sumptuous room an old clock does not get tired on counting the passage of time. Sitting along the table there is a wholly stunned society that, instead of talking vivaciously, takes advantage of the lunch time almost as a rigorous march. Among the recruited diners, there is a young cadet, Alma, who, with her jaunty attitude, does not seem too much predisposed to follow the dictated choreography, but on the contrary, she shows herself more intent on distorting it. Will Alma fiery instinct able to melt the cold an rigid cliche that, in and out, surround her?
Keywords: childhood, doll, lunch, stop-motion
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Peter, aged 20, is on his leave from his military service at the Navy. He wants to go to the island where he spent his summers as a kid and pick up his late granddad's VW Beetle. He arrives late one evening on a seemingly deserted place. There are no women in sight apart from his eccentric aunt and her odd-looking housekeeper. Yet, nothing is as it seems. The next day, Peter realizes that the island is populated by lustful women who lure him to join in all kinds of sexual games. Should he leave as planned, or give in? His hormones are raging, urging him to live out his fantasies. On the third day, a sudden storm cuts the island off from the outside world. Peter is starting to get worried as he realizes he hasn't met any men yet! What is really going on? As the women are getting more and more demanding, the fantasy turns fast into a nightmare. Even old women and worse still relatives are chasing him! The situation gets out of control and his life is at stake. Is there a way out?
Keywords: beach, breasts, dark-comedy, female-nudity, incest-overtone, island, male-frontal-nudity, mermaid, ménage-à-trois, nightmare
Be careful of what you wish for because you might get it.
Alma may refer to:
Zélia Duncan (28 October 1964), born Zélia Cristina Gonçalves Moreira, is a Brazilian singer and composer.
Zélia was born in Niterói, in the state of Rio de Janeiro. She moved with her family to Brasília, where she lived for 16 years. She started her professional career in 1981 after she won a contest organized by the Fundação Nacional de Artes (National Foundation of Arts). When she was 22 years old, she returned to Rio. Using the name "Zélia Cristina", she first performed as a soloist in Botanic in Rio de Janeiro. In 1990 she launched the LP "Outra Luz" ("Another Light"), and she began performing in cities like São Paulo, Florianópolis, and Porto Alegre and participating in tv shows.
In late 1991, she accepted an offer to go play in the United Arab Emirates. She stayed there for 5 months, returning to Brazil in May 1992. It was in this year that she recorded a track in the songbook of Dorival Caymmi, and she also adopted the name Duncan, the maiden name of her mother. In 1994, she launched her first CD, Zélia Duncan, and two years later she recorded Intimidade (Intimacy), which made her spend a season in Europe and Japan.
Robert Haig, a.k.a. Bobby Haig, (born 12 October 1969) is a British professional ice hockey player, and head coach. Haig has had a long career both at club and international level.
Haig played for the Great Britain Junior squad from the 1986–87 season through to the 1988–89 season.
Haig was head coach of the Blackburn Hawks senior ice hockey team from 1998 until 2007. He was also the head coach of the Blackburn Thunderhawks, an EIHA under-19s ice hockey team which won the B-league playoffs in the 1997–98 season to gain promotion to the Northern A-league.
Haig won the Heineken League Division One title with the Fife Flyers in the 1991–92 season. He also won the Heineken League Division One Play-Offs with the same team that season.
Alma Elizabeth Deutscher, born in 2005, is a composer, pianist and violinist who lives with her parents in Dorking, Surrey, England. Only seven years old, she has completed her first major composition, the opera The Sweeper of Dreams, which has been highly commended by the English National Opera.[1][2]
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Alma is the daughter of Guy Deutscher, a linguist and amateur flautist, and his wife Janie, an organ scholar. Her father tells us that when she was two she could name the notes on a piano. "For her third birthday I bought her a little violin as a toy," he explains. "She was so excited by it and tried playing on it for days on end, so we decided to try and find her a teacher. Within less than a year she was playing Handel sonatas."[1][3] At the age of six she composed her first sonata and, in 2012, she composed an opera, The Sweeper of Dreams. Alma explains: "The music comes to me when I’m relaxing. I go and sit down on a seat or lie down. I like thinking about fairies a lot, and princesses, and beautiful dresses."[4]
Her short opera is based on the story "The Sweeper of Dreams". The text was adapted from The Calling by Elizabeth Adlington.[5] It was submitted to a contest run by the English National Opera but narrowly missed out on a place in the final.[3]
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Name | Deutscher, Alma Elizabeth |
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Short description | Composer, pianist, violinist |
Date of birth | 2005 |
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Niña Pastori is a Spanish flamenco singer (cantaora). She was born María Rosa García García in San Fernando (Cádiz) on 15 January 1978. The youngest of five siblings and only daughter of a military man (José) and gypsy flamenco singer 'La Pastori', she started her artistic career at a young age. At the age of six she accompanied her mother in the flamenco tablaos of "Barrio de la Pastora", and a year later won a contest in San Fernando. Her initial name was "La niña de la Pastori", but she later changed it to "Niña Pastori".
Among her first mentors was Camarón de la Isla, also from San Fernando (Cádiz), whose purist flamenco style she followed in her early years. Later she added a more commercial, pop tone to her image and style without losing her flamenco roots, and artists Paco Ortega and Alejandro Sanz helped her produce her first album, Entre dos puertos (Between Two Ports), when she was seventeen. The single Tú me camelas was a hit in Spain in summer 1996.
Her second album, Eres luz (You Are Light, 1998) confirmed her success, with songs again by Paco Ortega and Alejandro Sanz, Parrita, Manuel Malou and her brother Paco. In 2000 she published her third album, Cañaílla, produced by Alejandro Sanz and Josemi Carmona of the flamenco group Ketama; it is dedicated to her home town and more flamenco than the previous works. Her album María (2002) evolved to a more personal style, taking part in the lyrics and composition of some of her songs, a trend that she continued in No hay quinto malo, her fifth album (2004).
Atrás en la quietud, que tiñe toda piel
Con los tonos de un final
Dejé al dolor volar, hacia mi libertad
Me cité la eternidad
Mi cuerpo se cansó
Mi vida bostezó
Pero mi mente sigue en pie
No es una cuenta atrás
Es otro ciclo más
Es un principio, no es el fin
Mi alma hoy quiere volar
Ser agua, ser brisa del mar
Y ser la flor que en tu jardín
Trepando llegue hasta ti
Es tan bello saber
Que en tu cuerpo también
Hay fecha de caducidad
Se bien que he de librar
Una batalla más
Que mañana otra habrá
Me puso la salud
Los cuernos con tu dios
Y mi sentencia dictó
En mis tinieblas hay
Una luz que al final
Arrulla mi corazón
Mi alma hoy quiere volar
Ser agua, ser brisa del mar
Y ser la flor que en tu jardín
Trepando llegue hasta ti, hasta ti
Mi alma hoy quiere volar
Romper cadenas y so'ar
Y con tu voz o'rte hablar
Last december 13th, there appeared in the newspapers the juiciest, spiciest, raciest obituary that has ever been my pleasure to read. it was that of a lady name alma mahler gropius werfel who ha
Her lifetime, managed to acquire as lovers practically all of the top creative men in central europe, and, among these lovers, who were listed in the obituary, by the way, which was what made i
Interesting, there were three whom she went so far as to marry.
One of the leading composers of the day: gustav mahler, composer of das lied von der erde and other light classics. one of the leading architects: walter gropius of the bauhaus school of design.
One of the leading writers: franz werfel, author of the song of bernadette and other masterpieces. it's people like that who make you realize how little you've accomplished. it is a sobering tho
For example, that when mozart was my age he had been dead for two years. it seemed to me, I'm reading this obituary, that the story of alma was the stuff of which ballads should be made so here
The loveliest girl in vienna
Was alma, the smartest as well.
Once you picked her up on your antenna,
You'd never be free of her spell.
Her lovers were many and varied,
From the day she began her -- beguine.
There were three famous ones whom she married,
And God knows how many between.
Alma, tell us!
All modern women are jealous.
Which of your magical wands
Got you gustav and walter and franz?
The first one she married was mahler,
Whose buddies all knew him as gustav.
And each time he saw her he'd holler:
"ach, that is the fraulein I moost have!"
Their marriage, however, was murder.
He'd scream to the heavens above,
"i'm writing das lied von der erde,
And she only wants to make love!"
Alma, tell us!
All modern women are jealous.
You should have a statue in bronze
For bagging gustav and walter and franz.
While married to gus, she met gropius,
And soon she was swinging with walter.
Gus died, and her tear drops were copious.
She cried all the way to the altar.
But he would work late at the bauhaus,
And only came home now and then.
She said, "what am I running? a chow house?
It's time to change parters again."
Alma, tell us!
All modern women are jealous.
Though you didn't even use ponds,
You got gustav and walter and franz.
While married to walt she'd met werfel,
And he too was caught in her net.
He married her, but he was carefell,
'cause alma was no bernadette.
And that is the story of alma,
Who knew how to receive and to give.
The body that reached her embalma'
Was one that had known how to live.
Alma, tell us!
How can they help being jealous?
Ducks always envy the swans
Who get gustav and walter,
You never did falter,
With gustav and walter and franz.
I know some people feel that marriage as an institution is dying out, but I disagree and the point was driven home to me rather forcefully not long ago by a letter I received which said: "d
G, I love you and I cannot live without you. marry me, or I will kill myself." well, I was a little disturbed at that until I took another look at the envelope and saw that it was addressed
Ccupant.
Speaking of love, one problem that recurs more and more frequently these days in books,and plays,and movies on, is the inability of people to communicate with the people they love. husbands and
Who can't communicate; children who can't communicate with their parents, and so on. and the characters in these books, and plays, and so on, and in real life, I might add, spend hours bemoanin
Un mapa único
desdibujado
bajo las sábanas del hada.
Desperdiciado por fantasías
lo que querías
huele a jardín.
Sugiero que nos quedemos
atentos
por las siglas de los siglos.
Desperdigados por fantasías
lo que querías
no tiene fin.
Suave estar...
Hola! siempre te encuentro...
Ella puso la luz en su mirada
Y lleg despertando primaveras,
Como luna tocaba mi ventana
Para que con las alas me recogiera.
Ella tiene la llave de esta puerta
Para dar con el sitio donde guardo
Mis virtudes, mis males, mis demencias,
Todas mis excelencias y mis fracasos.
Conmigo por la vida y yo con ella
Ha contado alegrias y tristezas
Entre la tempestad siempre la calma,
Es toda la verdad, es luz, es alma.
Yo la miro y no s lo que es el tiempo
Recuerdo aquel caf, aquel momento
Y regresa otra vez aquella tarde
Alma
Andrés Cepeda
Voy a cambiarle la fachada a esta casa
Pues no me gusta verla triste y agrietada
Se que es muy grande y que tal ves
Me tome tiempo verla bien
Voy a pintarla de color verde esperanza
Aunque se me pierda la fe
Tantos temblores que se ven
Y cuando veo algún amigo que se agarra
Con sus dos manos de un pincel
Para ayudar y componer
Se ves más luz en el cristal de la ventana
Alma
Lo que le falta es alma
Se que es difícil ver paredes lesionadas
Y si no creo en mí creer
Y si no arriesgo en mí crecer
Dígame quien le va a cambiar esa fachada
Alma
Donde estará su alma
Se que es difícil ver paredes lesionadas
Y si no creo en mí creer
Y si no arriesgo en mí crecer
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Esa fachada
Aunque se me pierda la fe
Tantos temblores que se ven
Y cuando veo algún amigo que se agarra
Con sus dos manos de un pincel
Para ayudar y componer
Se ves más luz en el cristal de las ventanas
Alma
Lo que le falta es alma
Se que es difícil ver paredes lesionadas
Y si no creo en mí creer
Y si no arriesgo en mí crecer
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Dígame quien le va a cambiar
Bright lights and the city are all that I need
Got away from the country life they're all friends to me
But the roar of the street and the cold window pane
Keeps me from you.
Sidewalk talk in the bitter night brings a kid down so
fast
Sit in bars watching cars I'm just hoping to see you pass
But the scream off the street and the cold window pane
Keeps me from you.
Some way one day we're on our own
Put out my hands and touch your face
Some way can't say I'm all alone
I don't recognise this time or place
I see your face in Strange sights in the car headlights
of the shop front display
See me glide on the city tide am I stealing your heart
away
Or does the lure of the street and this cold window pain
Alma! Alma! Alma!
Alma!
Deixa eu ver sua alma
A epiderme da alma
Superfície!
Alma!
Deixa eu tocar sua alma
Com a superfície da palma
Da minha mão
Superfície!...
Easy! Fique bem easy
Fique sem, nem razão
Da superfície!
Livre! Fique sim, livre
Fique bem, com razão ou não
Aterrize!...
Alma!
Isso do medo se acalma
Isso de sede se aplaca
Todo pesar não existe
Alma!
Como um reflexo na água
Sobre a última camada
Que fica na
Superfície!...
Crise!
Já acabou, livre
Já passou o meu temor
Do seu medo sem motivo
Riso, de manhã, riso
De neném a água já molhou
A superfície!...
Alma!
Daqui do lado de fora
Nenhuma forma de trauma
Sobrevive!
Abra a sua válvula agora
A sua cápsula alma
Flutua na
Superfície!...
Lisa, que me alisa
Seu suor, o sal que sai do sol
Da superfície!
Simples, devagar, simples
Bem de leve
A alma já pousou
Na superfície!...
Alma!
Daqui do lado de fora
Nenhuma forma de trauma
Sobrevive!
Abra a sua válvula agora
A sua cápsula alma
Flutua na
Superfície!...
Lisa, que me alisa
Seu suor, o sal que sai do sol
Da superfície!
Simples, devagar, simples
Bem de leve
A alma já pousou
Na superfície!...
Alma!
Deixa eu ver sua alma
A epiderme da alma
Superfície!
Alma!
Deixa eu tocar sua alma
Com a superfície da palma
Da minha mão
Superfície!...
Alma!
Deixa eu ver!
Deixa eu tocar!
Alma! Alma!
Deixa eu ver!
Deixa eu tocar!
Alma! Alma!
Superfície
Alma! Alma!
Hay días que la lluvia es más intensa
Hay gotas que sí duelen y otras que mojan la cabeza
Hay noches que se roban hasta el sueño
Dormir tranquilo tiene precio.
El sol de vez en cuando no hace daño
Para secar las penas de todo lo que está pasando
Levántame temprano en la mañana
Y di contigo es mi consuelo.
Sólo encuentro la manera
¡Ay de mirar hacia el cielo!
Y de buscar las estrellas
Quererte siempre sin miedo
Acompañarnos sin vernos
Quiéreme todos los días
Con ese corazón bueno
Y con amor en tu vida
Solo pidiendo un deseo:
Tener el alma de hierro
Hay lágrimas que saben a tristeza
Que mojan el camino
Y van borrando nuestras huellas
Hay noches que se borran hasta el sueño
Dormir tranquilo tiene precio
Sólo encuentro la manera
¡Ay de mirar hacia el cielo!
Y de buscar las estrellas
Quererte siempre sin miedo
Acompañarnos sin vernos
Busco algún lugar
No encuentro Cómo olvidar
Voy a esconderme entre sus brazos
Sólo encuentro la manera
¡Ay de mirar hacia el cielo!
Y de buscar las estrellas
Quererte siempre sin miedo
Acompañarnos sin vernos
Quiéreme todos los días
Con ese corazón bueno
Y con amor en tu vida
Solo pidiendo un deseo:
Tener el alma de hierro
Adreuc al ed amoT
Atroc et saripser iS
AugA ed raruC
Logra entender!
No puedo verte
No logro entender
Lejos del Hombre
Lejos de entender
Desde que te alejaste de mi lado
Quise olvidarme de tí
Pero la daga de tu sombra brilla en mi corazón
Quema como el sol
es mi vida un desierto.
Alma vuelve a mí por favor
Antes de que sea tarde y
Tenga que rendirme al dolor
Sálvame no quiero caer
Sólo tus caricias pueden rescatar
el sueño de ayer, otra vez.
Todas las cosas siguen dando vueltas
Sin encontrar su lugar
Es que tu ausencia es toda una sentencia
Y hay desolación, desesperación
Nada tiene sentido.
Alma vuelve a mi por favor
Antes de que sea tarde y
Tenga que rendirme al dolor
Sálvame no quiero caer
Sólo tus caricias pueden rescatar
El sueño de ayer, otra vez.
Sin ti los milagros no sirven
Ni la resignación
Sin ti la vida no tiene
Ninguna razón.
Alma vuelve a mí por favor
Antes de que sea tarde y
Tenga que rendirme al dolor
Sálvame no quiero caer
Sólo tus caricias pueden rescatar