Pensando sobre A Árvore da Vida

Quem nunca se perguntou o sentido da vida? Quem nunca questionou se Deus existe, como ele é? Quem nunca quis saber qual era o seu papel na sociedade e na vida das pessoas ao seu redor? E de onde viemos para onde iremos? Em vários momentos de nossa existência, se não em todos, a gente acaba fazendo estas indagações tanto para nós mesmos como para aquela força que rege a nossa vida e o universo.

Mas, existem situações em que tais questionamentos são mais presentes, como na perda de um ente querido... Mas difícil do que isto, é quando a morte não segue o seu fluxo natural, quando um filho vai antes que seus pais. Este é o ponto de partido do filme “A Árvore da Vida”, que busca levantar tais questões e fazer uma reflexão sobre as possíveis respostas e até mesmo a falta delas.

Diferente de um drama tradicional, este não tem “lágrimas fáceis” e nem uma “edição romantizada”. O longa metragem usa belas imagens, música clássica, mistura o real com o experimental, a poesia com a narrativa, a história com a crença, a natureza com a graça e, apesar de ter como figura mais evidente o filho mais velho, todos têm os seus momentos de questionamento... Onde eu errei? O que eu estava procurando? O que era e o que é a felicidade? E onde ela está: na família, no trabalho, numa casa, numa árvore, no dinheiro, no abstrato?

Caso vá assistir, se prepare para experimentar, mergulhe de cabeça, sem pensar! É um filme mais intimista, para espectadores que estão a fim de questionarem e, de certa forma, entrarem em contato no seu intimo com as questões que o enredo levanta.

O filme retrata vários momentos simples, pitorescos, daqueles que a gente só valoriza depois que eles passam e, apesar do longa ser ambientalizado quase todo nos anos 50, acredito que exista pelo menos uma cena que suscita alguma lembrança afetiva, talvez seja por isso que você escuta pessoas chorando em várias partes do filme como também outras se contorcendo de incomodo, porque nem todas as lembranças afetivas são felizes, porém, tantos boas quanto ruins, podem ajudar nós a sermos felizes, cabe a gente querer e não se perder como o protagonista.

Terrence Malick é o roteirista e diretor deste filme, ele é responsável pelo belíssimo “Além da Linha Vermelha”, que busca mostrar o íntimo, a humanidade no meio do caos da guerra, imagina o que ele propõe em “A Árvore da Vida”, onde busca o sentido da nossa existência e de Deus. Talvez ele queira explicar muito e não explique nada ou, quem sabe, ele explica algo tão simples que só pode ser complexo!

Toronto's Airport - Aerporto de Toronto - Jet Lag

O Aeroporto de Toronto

Depois de ir mais de 15 vezes ao aeroporto de Toronto, consigo reconhecê-lo em qualquer lugar!

Posso fechar meus olhos e falar onde fica o Tim Hortons, como pegar o trenzinho, como ir para a cidade de TTC, de limusine, taxi, onde achar uma balança para ver se sua bagagem está acima do peso! Lá estava eu zapeando quando vi um trecho deste clip do Simple Pan e da Natasha Bedingfield!

O nome do clip é Jet Lag, que para ser bem sincero, eu não tive! E é o aeroporto de Toronto, com certeza! No final do clip, o vocalista escreve uma mensagem em um postal de Chicago para a Natasha, mas isso não me engana, é Toronto! Acredite!

Boas recordações e Saudades!

Toronto’s Airport

I went more than 15 times to the Toronto`s Airport, after that I can recognise it anywhere! I can close my eyes and I can give you a complete description about each floor, where is Tim Hortons, Pizza Pizza, the Train, where you can take a cab or the TTC, where you can find a scale to figure out if your luggage is overweight. So, here in Brazil, I was watching TV when I change the channel I saw part of this video clip and I told to myself: “It`s Toronto`s Airport!”. This video clip is from Simple Plan and Natasha Begingfiled.

The name of the music is Jet Lag, something that I didn`t have when I went to Canada and US. In the end of the clip, the dude is writing in a Chicago`s Postcard address to Natasha, but I can tell you, for sure, it`s Toronto`s Airport!

Good memories! And, of course, I am missing the airport and everything!

Supoprting statement

When I think about this role, I think that is a synthesis of everything that I bring with me and that I`ve been trying to bring to people around me with my professional and volunteering experiences.

I have a lot of dreams and I’ve been achieving some of them so far. Sometimes people ask me: “How come have you done so many things?” And I answer: “I believe in my dreams and I work hard to make them come true. To achieve a dream you have to have will power, but more than this, you have to have knowledge about yourself, the place around you and the world itself”. So, that’s what I’ve been doing.

I always look for jobs that I can know different people, realities, get in touch with different subjects, ways to live and to see the world... Places that I could learn. One of my favourite singers, Raul Seixas, wrote that: “A dream is only dream when you dream alone, but when you dream with others it becomes a reality”. By the same way that I believe in this I also think that to learn and acquire knowledge, we can’t do it by ourselves. We always need something or somebody to inspire us, like a teacher, a friend, an artist, a movie, tv show, a trip or even a foreign language.

When I decided to study marketing and advertising, I saw in this field an opportunity. With the right tools, theories and techniques from these two areas I could produce, encourage and promote art, entertainment and education.

Last year I finished my post-graduation in Executive Production and TV Management, my monography was a about how a TV show can use the tools from marketing to improve their communication with their viewers, but my main goal wasn’t only to study television, but also a way to show that we can apply marketing in media, cultural and educational field to maximize not only the profits, but most of all the power that they have to inspire people to dream and to purchase their dreams.

And why do I trust on this? Because when we dream we have hope, when achieving a goal we are changing the reality around us. I believe that I can change the world and I can do this with other people.

Palestra “Voluntariado e Transformação Social” na ETEC

Pessoal, segue o link do meu depoimento para o blog do Centro de Voluntariado de São Paulo quando fui ministrar uma palestra na ETEC (Escola Técnica Estadual) Martin Luther King.

http://voluntariadocvsp.blogspot.com/2011/06/palestra-do-voluntario-lorenco-na-etec.html

TIFF – Toronto International Film Festival / Tim Burton Exhibition

Quando cheguei em Toronto, em agosto, as inscrições para voluntários do TIFF, que é considerado um dos festivais de cinema mais importantes do mundo, já haviam se encerrado, porém ainda tinha esperanças e em Dezembro foram abertas inscrições para voluntários no TIFF Bell Lightbox.

O TIFF Bell Lightbox é mais do que um cinema, é um centro cultural no qual todas as atividades são voltadas ao cinema, contando com 2 galerias de exposição, 5 salas de cinema top, espaço para workshop, uma estatueta de verdade do Oscar... Para quem é fã de cinema, é maravilhoso!

Em fevereiro, me tornei voluntário do TIFF, lá desempenha as funções de lanterninha e monitor; e para minha surpresa, também virei monitor da exposição do Tim Burton. No final, como falamos, atingi dois coelhos com uma cajadada só!

Durante 3 meses, atuei 1 dia da semana no TIFF e outro dia na exposição do Tim Burton... Além de assistir filmes de graça, ter acesso livre a exposição, o que me fascinou era a forma como os nós, voluntários, éramos tratados, tínhamos os mesmo benefícios dos funcionários e o TIFF montou um sistema de administração de voluntários que não imaginava, também eles tem mais de 2.500 voluntários!

Nós tínhamos um site só para nós, com notícias, informações, pela internet fazíamos as nossas escalas! Genial! Outro ponto é que pude praticar meu inglês falando com os funcionários e com os outros voluntários sobre um assunto que adoro, cinema e televisão!

Saudades do TIFF!!!

Images Festival

De 31 de Março à 9 de Abril trabalhei como voluntário na 24° edição do Images Festival, o maior festival de arte independente e experimental da América do Norte.

No Images, atuei como lanterninha na sessão de abertura e em outras que ocorrem nos 10 dias de festival, em uma das festas trabalhei ajudando no bar, fiz pesquisas com o público, tirei fotos dentro de uma DeLorean (o carro do De Volta para o Futuro); além de ter assistido filmes e documentários bem malucos, mas muito interessantes! Sem contar, trabalhar num festival tão grande e com tantas atrações!

Me lembrei do Mobilefest, quem sabe, um dia poderá ser um Images brasileiro!

On the way to the airport

By Lorenço Menezes Vieira

Since I arrived here in Canada I went to the airport more than 10 times, I say that now I can go there by car, by TCC, on foot or even with my eyes close. And how many farewell parties did I go? To be honest, I stopped to count when I went to the 20th .

I have seen 15 people, I have taken 15 friends to the customs that leads to the gate and back to their homeland. I even saw one crossing the gate twice, can you believe it?! In certain ways, in all these experiences in the airport, farewell parties and bar hopping, I shared with them my fears, insecurities and also the lessons that I learned with them.

All of us had to start our lives here in Canada from scratch. I remember, when I landed and stepped onto Canadian soil for the first time. I was clueless. I asked myself what will be my future, how I will manage to survive where I did even not know their language well? We managed to push ourselves to make new friends, find a homestay or a share-house. We all achieved of those to find a new home, so called family (with different background, nationality and beliefs) and also we built a new life here. That`s why, I think all of the times that I went to airport or to farewell parties I saw them cry... Some of them cried in front of everybody, others went to the washroom and all of them cried inside the airplane when it took off. 

In one of the farewell parties that I attended, a Japanese lady said to my friend that was sobbing: "Now, you are leaving the people behind that loves you . You will meet again, in your country, people that also love and care for you. So cheer up! Imagine, how many lucky ones have people that care and love them in different parts of the world? So, be proud of yourself, give me a smile and be happy! "

Why some of us are so uncertain about going back? Because we know that most of the things will be the same, but deeply inside us, we know that something changed, we changed... Or maybe, we had the opportunity not only know a different country, culture, but we took the challenge to know more deeply yourselves.

Also, by the same token we had a lot of expectations about here; we have about how we are going start when we arrived in our homeland. The expectations come also with fear that we might not achieved or accomplish these expectations. 

If it's hard to start a new life in a new place that we don't know. It's more difficult to start a new life in a place that we have already been and known well. I listened to them and some of them told me how difficult it would be to go back to their jobs. There might people that they don`t want to meet or who might not even speak. There might be a university that he or she did not like to go back to... Some may not have wanted to go back to the life that they used to have before. 

The last time that I took a friend to the airport, I remembered telling her: " If you think that it is hard to leave, trust me, it's much harder for those who stay!". In my case, it is really difficult when I see them go because everything comes together…. I miss my family. I know that sooner or later I will also be one of them and crossing the gate. I can't imagine how my life is going to be when I go back to my country. Also, I am afraid that I will never see that friend(s) anymore. Also, the friendship that we built won't be the same and that lessons that we shared, learned together, he/she won't apply in his/her life.

However, when I see them coming to say "see you" or give me a hug or kiss, I can't avoid remembering the first time that I met them and I realized how they changed for the best. Also, I noticed that, most of them, gained some extra pounds! Besides, I wonder, if this will happen to me, if I will change and if I will apply the knowledge that I acquired here when I go back. Although, when I see them waving at me from the gate' s door the fear that I won't see or meet them again disappears and a feeling of deep happiness fills my eyes with satisfaction.

Usually (all the times) I cry when I go to the airport for all the reasons that I said above, but I didn`t weep or sob at the last one. At the moment, that I said that it was harder for those who stay… My family came to my mind. Also, I remembered that I didn't cry when they brought me to the airport to take the flight to come to Canada. Why? Because I knew and I know in my heart that there are some things that will never change! And I know that what I lived and what I felt with my Brazilians, Japanese, Koreans, Latinos, Filipinos, Canadian Family will never change, too!

So, instead of dealing with this situation with such a negative approach, let us listen to the Japanese lady and let us face this new chapter of our lives as an opportunity to restart a new life with people that we love so much!

Let us enjoy this new trip of our lives and same way that we can learn about ourselves in a new culture, new country and embrace them. We can do it in any place, the only thing that we need is trust ourselves, be willing to do it and follow our instinct to take this journey.

To change the life around us, first of all, the revolution, as we can say, must first happen inside us... And it doesn`t happen so fast! So, trust yourself, be determined and take your time. In this way, everything will be new again, even the old things! The only things that remain the same are the people that really love us, the people that we love and the true friends!

Ps.: Thanks Jaime for editing this post… My other editor went back to his country.