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Desperado [Guitar Case Full of Guns]

Cast: Antonio Banderas, Cheech Marin

clip from Desperado, directed by Robert Rodriguez, screenplay by Robert Rodriguez (1995)
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The Merchant of Venice,: A Legend of Italy

I believe there are few
But have heard of a Jew,
Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a 'screw'
In money transactions as ever you knew;
An exorbitant miser, who never yet lent
A ducat at less than three hundred per cent.,
Insomuch that the veriest spendthrift in Venice,
Who'd take no more care of his pounds than his pennies,
When press'd for a loan, at the very first sight
Of his terms, would back out, and take refuge in Flight.
It is not my purpose to pause and inquire
If he might not, in managing thus to retire,
Jump out of the frying-pan into the fire;
Suffice it, that folks would have nothing to do,
Who could possibly help it, with Shylock the Jew.

But, however discreetly one cuts and contrives,
We've been most of us taught in the course of our lives,
That 'Needs must when the Elderly Gentleman drives!'
In proof of this rule,
A thoughtless young fool,
Bassanio, a Lord of the Tomnoddy school,
Who, by showing at Operas, Balls, Plays, and Court,
A 'swelling' (Payne Collier would read 'swilling') 'port,'
And inviting his friends to dine, breakfast, and sup,
Had shrunk his 'weak means,' and was 'stump'd,' and 'hard up,'
Took occasion to send
To his very good friend
Antonio, a merchant whose wealth had no end,
And who'd often before had the kindness to lend
Him large sums, on his note, which he'd managed to spend.

'Antonio,' said he, 'Now listen to me;
I've just hit on a scheme which, I think you'll agree,
All matters consider'd, is no bad design,
And which, if it succeeds, will suit your book and mine.
'In the first place, you know all the money I've got,
Time and often, from you has been long gone to pot,
And in making those loans you have made a bad shot;
Now do as the boys do when, shooting at sparrows
And tom-tits, they chance to lose one of their arrows,
-- Shoot another the same way -- I'll watch well its track,
And, turtle to tripe, I'll bring both of them back!
So list to my plan,
And do what you can,
To attend to and second it, that's a good man!

'There's a Lady, young, handsome, beyond all compare, at
A place they call Belmont, whom, when I was there, at
The suppers and parties my friend Lord Mountferrat

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poem by Richard Harris Barham
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God Needs Antonio

Your soul was lifted by the wings today
Hearing the master of the violin:
You praised him, praised the great Sabastian too
Who made that fine Chaconne; but did you think
Of old Antonio Stradivari?--him
Who a good century and a half ago
Put his true work in that brown instrument
And by the nice adjustment of its frame
Gave it responsive life, continuous
With the master's finger-tips and perfected
Like them by delicate rectitude of use.
That plain white-aproned man, who stood at work
Patient and accurate full fourscore years,
Cherished his sight and touch by temperance,
And since keen sense is love of perfectness
Made perfect violins, the needed paths
For inspiration and high mastery.

No simpler man than he; he never cried,
"why was I born to this monotonous task
Of making violins?" or flung them down
To suit with hurling act well-hurled curse
At labor on such perishable stuff.
Hence neighbors in Cremona held him dull,
Called him a slave, a mill-horse, a machine.

Naldo, a painter of eclectic school,
Knowing all tricks of style at thirty-one,
And weary of them, while Antonio
At sixty-nine wrought placidly his best,
Making the violin you heard today--
Naldo would tease him oft to tell his aims.
"Perhaps thou hast some pleasant vice to feed-
the love of louis d'ors in heaps of four,
Each violin a heap--I've naught to blame;
My vices waste such heaps. But then, why work
With painful nicety?"

Antonio then:
"I like the gold--well, yes--but not for meals.
And as my stomach, so my eye and hand,
And inward sense that works along with both,
Have hunger that can never feed on coin.
Who draws a line and satisfies his soul,
Making it crooked where it should be straight?
Antonio Stradivari has an eye
That winces at false work and loves the true."
Then Naldo: "'Tis a petty kind of fame
At best, that comes of making violins;
And saves no masses, either. Thou wilt go

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poem by George Eliot
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San Antonio Rose

(words & music: bob wills)
... remember alone in my heart
Call back my love of san antonio
Just pretend like tales fall apart
Think once again of my love, my own
A few words not known .... my heart I belong...
I dont know... of my rose in san antonio
Growing all this tender lala heart
Call back my love in san antonio
Its so sweet and tender like peddles fall apart....
Rose in san antonio... know my rose in san antonio
(note: sorry... but I couldnt make more of it)

song performed by Elvis Presley
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In Your Wildest Dreams

(h. knight/ m. chapman)
Producer: trevor horn
Album: wildest dreams (96)
Special guest: antonio banderas (european version)
Special guest: barry white (american version)
The sun goes down
And the moon comes up
My heart is pumping for you
And a mad thing starts
Never in your wildest dreams
Did you ever get this feeling
Never in your wildest dreams
Never in your wildest dreams
Could it ever be this easy
Never in your wildest dreams
The night is hot outside your window
I hear people walking, people talking
I smell your skin, I feel you breathing
Dont let me go, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet
Never in your wildest dreams
Did you ever get this feeling
Never in your wildest dreams
Never in your wildest dreams
Did it ever get this easy
Never in your wildest dreams
The world is slowly turning
As it turns I see your face, touch your eyes, your lips, space
Weve arrived at the place where they open hearts
And fill them up with love, filled with love, filled with love
This ones pumping for you
As a mad thing starts
Never in your wildest dreams
Did you ever get this feeling
Never in your wildest dreams
Never in your wildest dreams
Did it ever feel this easy
Never in your wildest dreams
(antonio banderas - european version only)
Llegamos a un lugar donde abriremos el corazon
E lo llenaremos con amor, lleno de amor (ooh sacrifice)
El mio palpita por ti
As a mad thing starts (ooh sacrifice)
Oh baby, no baby (ooh sacrifice)
Never in my wildest dreams (ooh sacrifice)

song performed by Tina Turner
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The Golden Legend: V. A Covered Bridge At Lucerne

_Prince Henry_. God's blessing on the architects who build
The bridges o'er swift rivers and abysses
Before impassable to human feet,
No less than on the builders of cathedrals,
Whose massive walls are bridges thrown across
The dark and terrible abyss of Death.
Well has the name of Pontifex been given
Unto the Church's head, as the chief builder
And architect of the invisible bridge
That leads from earth to heaven.

_Elsie_ How dark it grows!
What are these paintings on the walls around us?

_Prince Henry_ The Dance Macaber!

_Elsie_ What?

_Prince Henry_ The Dance of Death!
All that go to and fro must look upon it,
Mindful of what they shall be, while beneath,
Among the wooden piles, the turbulent river
Rushes, impetuous as the river of life,
With dimpling eddies, ever green and bright,
Save where the shadow of this bridge falls on it.

_Elsie._ O, yes! I see it now!

_Prince Henry_ The grim musician
Leads all men through the mazes of that dance,
To different sounds in different measures moving;
Sometimes he plays a lute, sometimes a drum,
To tempt or terrify.

_Elsie_ What is this picture?

_Prince Henry_ It is a young man singing to a nun,
Who kneels at her devotions, but in kneeling
Turns round to look at him, and Death, meanwhile,
Is putting out the candles on the altar!

_Elsie_ Ah, what a pity 't is that she should listen
to such songs, when in her orisons
She might have heard in heaven the angels singing!

_Prince Henry_ Here he has stolen a jester's cap and bells,
And dances with the Queen.

_Elsie_ A foolish jest!

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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La Guernica '33 Dais

title international headlines
wait for Blitzkrieg lightning war billing
music is city-busting pounding...

at chaos echo empty wall standing
Pablo Picasso is impaled screams hearing
dictatorship carpet bombing falling...

'Antonio Banderas
Is Going To Be One
Sexy Pablo Picasso'

maybe an Oscar win
in dramatic movie '33 Dais'
(33 Days) ? Antonio

will act staged part
swear blood dripping paint
perhaps even realize

a sexy Picasso
in grasped psyche
mind strokes

but as for impaled painting
La Guernica other artists
have already soul possessed

protest painting
in mind spaces
war illuminating

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Girl In You Antonio?

the girl in you antonio
must have been smothered
all the red ribbons now kept
secret in your closets but

now the woman speaks
about the porcelain plates
and the scented water
that lay so cold in the tub.

the girl in you antonio
does not die, it creeps
like a lizard in your skin
and faces you as a doll.

if indeed the child is the
father of man, so antonio
the girl in you shall be the
mother of all your desires.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At The Gate Of The Convent

Beside the Convent Gate I stood,
Lingering to take farewell of those
To whom I owed the simple good
Of three days' peace, three nights' repose.

My sumpter-mule did blink and blink;
Was nothing more to munch or quaff;
Antonio, far too wise to think,
Leaned vacantly upon his staff.

It was the childhood of the year:
Bright was the morning, blithe the air;
And in the choir I plain could hear
The monks still chanting matin prayer.

The throstle and the blackbird shrilled,
Loudly as in an English copse,
Fountain-like note that, still refilled,
Rises and falls, but never stops.

As lush as in an English chase,
The hawthorn, guessed by its perfume,
With folds on folds of snowy lace
Blindfolded all its leaves with bloom.

Scarce seen, and only faintly heard,
A torrent, 'mid far snow-peaks born,
Sang kindred with the gurgling bird,
Flowed kindred with the foaming thorn.

The chanting ceased, and soon instead
Came shuffling sound of sandalled shoon;
Each to his cell and narrow bed
Withdrew, to pray and muse till noon.

Only the Prior-for such their Rule-
Into the morning sunshine came.
Antonio bared his locks; the mule
Kept blinking, blinking, just the same.

I thanked him with a faltering tongue;
I thanked him with a flowing heart.
``This for the poor.'' His hand I wrung,
And gave the signal to depart.

But still in his he held my hand,
As though averse that I should go.
His brow was grave, his look was bland,
His beard was white as Alpine snow.

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poem by Alfred Austin
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Journey To Lisbon

Winter Journey to Lisbon

Up rua Garrett I walked and it’s steep, in Baixa, the old heart
of Lisbon, past a shop that sells lottery tickets that sits beside
a shop that sells religious artifax, which is next door to a shop
that sells Cartier watches, if you buy a ticket and win, there is
money to decorate you mother’s grave and to buy a watch for
yourself. At the top of the street there is café Brasilia it used to
be Fernando Pessoa’s drinking den, the place is full of solemn,
nice Portuguese who, dressed for the occasion, drink nice cups
of coffee, their forefathers used looked down on Fernando,
irreverent poets and writers must go and drink elsewhere.

The master poet is now a statue sits outside in the rain and has
his picture taken by tourists, one wonders what he thinks of it all
as he sees the statue of Antonio Ribero Chiado, a poet who lived
in the sixteen hundred, the Largo is called after him he is bald and
is dressed like monk. From Largo Chiado I could see the harbour
where tug boats ply their trade on grey waters; the church
“Incarnacao” where Antonio used to pray is beautifully restored,
but empty god had left by the backdoor, the front door was too
heavy, but I saw woman weeping near a statue of Christ, “opium
for the people? ” Yes, why not?

It is getting dark the Portuguese are swallowed up by the Metro
as middle aged men with folded cardboard boxes, look for a shop
doorway where to bed down; and over this scene hovers Amalia,
the great Fado singer, she came from poverty too, famous in her
own life time she had the sense to be a friend of the powerful and
made it to the top. When her friends toppled from power she was
out in the cold, but not for long the Portuguese quickly forgave her.
Fine rain falls on Fernando’s hat and Antonio’s bald head, empty
streets the city sleeps and leaves the space to cats, the sleepless,
whores and their sad clients.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Oliver & Company

Cast: Joseph Lawrence, Billy Joel, Cheech Marin, Richard Mulligan, Roscoe Lee Browne, Sheryl Lee Ralph, Dom DeLuise

trailer for Oliver & Company, directed by George Scribner, screenplay, inspired by Charles Dickens (1988)
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The Perfect Game

Cast: Clifton Collins Jr., Cheech Marin, Moises Arias, Jake T. Austin, Gabriel Morales

trailer for The Perfect Game, directed by William Dear, screenplay, inspired by W. William Winokur (2009)
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The Perfect Game [trailer 2]

Cast: Clifton Collins Jr., Cheech Marin, Moises Arias, Jake T. Austin, Gabriel Morales

trailer for The Perfect Game, directed by William Dear (2009)
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Luminarias

Cast: Evelina Fernández, Scott Bakula, Cheech Marin, Robert Beltran, Marta DuBois

trailer for Luminarias, directed by José Luis Valenzuela (2000)
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Hoodwinked Too! Hood vs Evil

Cast: Hayden Panettiere, Joan Cusack, Patrick Warburton, Bill Hader, Brad Garrett, Amy Poehler, Glenn Close, Martin Short, Danny Pudi, Cheech Marin, David Ogden Stiers, Tommy Chong, Andy Dick

trailer for Hoodwinked Too! Hood vs Evil, directed by Mike Disa (2011)
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Coco [trailer 2]

Cast: Benjamin Bratt, Gael Garcia Bernal, Renee Victor, Anthony Gonzalez, Alanna Ubach, Jaime Camil, Gabriel Iglesias, Cheech Marin, Edward James Olmos, Sofia Espinosa

trailer for Coco, screenplay by Adrian Molina (2017)
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The Graveyard By The Sea

This quiet roof, where dove-sails saunter by,
Between the pines, the tombs, throbs visibly.
Impartial noon patterns the sea in flame --
That sea forever starting and re-starting.
When thought has had its hour, oh how rewarding
Are the long vistas of celestial calm!
What grace of light, what pure toil goes to form
The manifold diamond of the elusive foam!
What peace I feel begotten at that source!
When sunlight rests upon a profound sea,
Time's air is sparkling, dream is certainty --
Pure artifice both of an eternal Cause.

Sure treasure, simple shrine to intelligence,
Palpable calm, visible reticence,
Proud-lidded water, Eye wherein there wells
Under a film of fire such depth of sleep --
O silence! . . . Mansion in my soul, you slope
Of gold, roof of a myriad golden tiles.

Temple of time, within a brief sigh bounded,
To this rare height inured I climb, surrounded
By the horizons of a sea-girt eye.
And, like my supreme offering to the gods,
That peaceful coruscation only breeds
A loftier indifference on the sky.

Even as a fruit's absorbed in the enjoying,
Even as within the mouth its body dying
Changes into delight through dissolution,
So to my melted soul the heavens declare
All bounds transfigured into a boundless air,
And I breathe now my future's emanation.

Beautiful heaven, true heaven, look how I change!
After such arrogance, after so much strange
Idleness -- strange, yet full of potency --
I am all open to these shining spaces;
Over the homes of the dead my shadow passes,
Ghosting along -- a ghost subduing me.
My soul laid bare to your midsummer fire,
O just, impartial light whom I admire,

Whose arms are merciless, you have I stayed
And give back, pure, to your original place.
Look at yourself . . . But to give light implies
No less a somber moiety of shade.

Oh, for myself alone, mine, deep within
At the heart's quick, the poem's fount, between

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poem by Paul Valery
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Thick as Thieves

Cast: Morgan Freeman, Antonio Banderas, Radha Mitchell, Robert Forster, Rade Serbedzija

trailer for Thick as Thieves, directed by Mimi Leder (2009)
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You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger

Cast: Antonio Banderas, Josh Brolin, Anthony Hopkins, Gemma Jones, Freida Pinto

trailer for You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger, directed by Woody Allen (2010)
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