Ontem revi pela terceira vez o filme do direto
Danny Boyle "Slumdog Millionaire", e apesar
de acha-lo um grande filme que retrata bem a
realidade do terceiro mundo,ou como o 'politicamente
correto' prefere chamar; Paises em ascencao,me fez
lembrar da nossa dura realidade brasileira.
Mas eu vim aqui nao para escrever sobre este filme,
mas sim relembrar o primeiro grande filme desse
incrivel diretor Danny Boyle que foi "Trainspotting".
Vamos la;

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television!
Choose washing machines, cars, compact
disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase
in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose diy and wondering who the
fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food
into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all,
pissing your last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish,
fucked up brats you

spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose no to choose life.. I chose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.