HIERRO 3

Tiene Kim Ki-Duk, algo especial, que le hace diferente. Hierro 3 es una de esas películas que te deja sin palabras. Un actor importante dentro de la película es el silencio. Sin grandes
nos eleva hacia un lugar en el que pocas veces estamos. En este momento, donde la burbuja inmobiliaria nos ha llevado a una espiral de crisis económica, debido especialmente a la especulación y a la multitud de casas vacías, que ni se alquilan ni se venden, Kim Ki-Duk nos propone entrar en esas casas y llenarlas de vida, habitándolas, redecorándolas, convirtiéndolas en un hogar. Primero sólo, luego con pareja. Es un canto a la libertad y a la desesperación. Encontrar la felicidad a pesar del maltrato, del encarcelamiento...El protagonista camina hacia la fusión del cuerpo y alma, aprendiendo a ser invisible, ganando el alma frente al cuerpo, lo inmaterial frente a lo material, especialmente, en la escena de la cárcel, paso a paso consigue encontrarse con su amada, sin necesidad de palabras, independientemente del lugar en el que se encuentre. Plano a plano, nos lleva hacia donde quiere, hacia la felicidad.

MONDAY MORNING 5.19

At eight o’clock we said goodbye
that’s when I left her house for mine.
She said that she’d be staying in
well she had to be at work by nine
So I get home and have a bath
and let an hour or two pass
drifting in front of my tv
when a film comes on that she wants to see.

It’s monday morning 5:19
and I’m still wondering where she’s been
’cos every time I try to call
I just get her machine.
and now it’s almost six am,
and I don’t want to try again,
’cos if she’s still not back
then this must be the end.

.at first I guess she’s gone to get
herself a pack of cigarettes,
a pint of milk, food for the cat
but it’s midnight now and she’s still not back.

It’s monday morning 5:19
and I’m still wondering where she’s been
’cos every time I try to call I just get her machine
and now it’s almost six am
and I don’t want to try again,
’cos if she’s still not back then heaven knows,
what then, is this the end?

At half past two I picture her
in the back of someone else’s car
he runs his fingers through her hair...
oh you shouldn’t let him touch you there!

It’s monday morning 5:19
and I’m still wondering where she’s been
’cos every time I try to call I just get her machine
and now it’s almost six am
and I don’t want to try again,
’cos if she’s still not back then heaven knows,
what then, is this the end?

SOMETHING CHANGED

I wrote this song two hours before we met.
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet.
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed.
I could have gone to see a film instead.
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends.
Life could have been very different but then,
something changed.

Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that one day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say.
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway.
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today.
Something changed.

When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing,
that in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met?
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead?
I dunno but like you said
something changed.