Climb every mountain
Did time stop at Brokeback? Why, I don't know. I just don't feel like writing about anything else right now. I don't know why. You just have to tolerate that I guess. I'm listening again and again to the soundtrack. I just can't hold back my tears even to the listening to "No one's gonna love you like me", or to "A love that will never grow old".
There is one certainty about all this though. This movie made a tremendous impression to many people I've talked to in the last few days. The strange thing about this film is that you don't actually cry when you first see it. The tears come later. Back at home. In the warmth of your own house. A house that you thought that makes you happy, but actually, being there, all alone, cannot fill the bill after all.
A thought crossed my mind. A thought of transforming this blog to a Brokeback-dedicated-to one. Eventually this obsession of mine will pass. As they did many others. What it's left of them is a sweet memory of things. I'm not expecting impatiently the Academy Awards to prove the value of this film in my heart. If I could hug Ennis or Jack, the characters not the actors, just a friendly hug, I would...