October 25 2 008
Your Eyes, Bette Davis
The looks always impressed me. As lover of the movies, I enjoy seeing as its protagonists are adorned. Its expressions … gaging of eyebrows, half-open eyes, looks picaronas, insinuating, of happiness, of sadness. Sus expresiones… arqueo de cejas, ojos entreabiertos, miradas picaronas, insinuantes, de felicidad, de tristeza.
All the tones reflected in every face, all that of difficulty the directors had to overcome to make to emerge of every actor and actress the brilliant thing of them and make this forefront unforgettable.
One day, it was you who appeared, this way, without much ado, of nothing, you dawned in the movies, you were interpreting “I captivate of the desire”, God as I hated you … as it is possible to transmit so many nastiness, to become so twisted, Betty, - I can call you Betty, truth - seeing that drama, something attracted attention of me … your eyes … if, essential part of you yourself, where your body, it is a remora that feeds and survives in them.
Later, many were the moments that the soul exceeded by your eyes, they made me feel in each of your personages.
Your victories in “Dangerous“ and “Jezabel“ took you to the highest of the world recognition, but your eyes Betty, your eyes … Those that so well could show the dark part of the human soul, made me surrender to you, to dream of you and up to dancing with you. With the time and as my possibilities and the cycles of "two were allowing me to be devouring your movies, I was discovering you, from your youth to your ripeness, from your nobility to the immensity of your art, but always your eyes, if Betty, your eyes have me, even today, obsessed.
My admiration was growing, discovering new sensations, when your eyes were looking venomously, you hated more than anybody, when they were looking with love, you loved more than anybody, when your look was picarona, you were more crafty than anybody and if they were denoting happiness, you were the happiest; and when he was thinking that everything had of you … your hands, for me there were the culmination, magic, poetry and indisputable instruments in your art. Your hands accompanied always by a cigaret - today, you would go to the bonfire - that skillfully you were taking to your lips, memory as if it was today, your image with a cigaret in the lips and the absent look …Tus manos, acompañadas siempre de un cigarrillo - hoy día, irías a la hoguera - que hábilmente llevabas a tus labios, recuerdo como si fuera hoy, tu imagen con un cigarrillo en los labios y la mirada ausente…
When you gathered the Award Donostia, in the festival of San Sebastian, I got excited … felt an itch in the stomach, because he knew me inside you, my country you towards justice and we were part of the history, that small I us last the happiness, Betty … At a few hours you became immortal, either you were a legend, either you are … A Goddess, with YOUR EYES, BETTE DAVIS.
That the night it does not confuse you.
For me Bette Davis is synonymous of Baby Jane … I cannot untie it from this personage and it looks that it has had excellent performances in equal of excellent movies … but in “that belonged to Baby Jane” it made me pronounced.
Nice homage I Swept … insurance that Betty, there where it is will dedicate a crafty miradita to you and you will be winked by one of these eyes that so much you turban.