Nine.

Esta canción pertenece a la Película Nine que hacía mucho tiempo quería ver y -finalmente- he visto. Cantada por Marion Cotillard, una de las pocas actrices que mi memoria recuerda y hacia quien -personalmente- siento mucha admiración. Es una letra muy sentida, muy hermosa. Puedes escucharla haciendo click aquí.

My husband makes movies.
To make them he lives a kind of dream
In which his actions aren't always what they seem.
He may be on to some unique romantic theme.
Some men run banks, some rule the world,
Some earn their living baking bread.
My husband, he goes a little crazy
Making movies instead.

My husband spins fantasies,
He lives them, then gives them to you all.
Like Michelangelo he paints
His private dome
But can't distinguish whats his work
And whats his home.
Some men sell stocks, some men punch clocks,
Some leap where others fear to tread.
My husband as author and director,
Makes up stories in his head.

Guido Contini, Luisa Contini,
Number one genius and number one fan,
Guido Contini, Luisa Contini,
Passionate woman in love with this man,
Long ago, many years ago,
Once the two were
Guido Contini, Luisa his lover,
Actress with dreams and a life of her own,
When we had no winds or worlds to discover,
Singing together all night on the phone.

Long ago, someone else ago.

Long ago, someone else ago.
How he needs me so,
And he'll be the last to know it.

My husband makes movies.
To make them, he makes himself obsessed.
He goes for weeks on end without a bit of rest,
No other way can he achieve his level best.

Some men read books, some shine their shoes,
Some retire early, some stay up to dream and muse.
My husband only rarely comes to bed,
My husband makes movies instead,
My husband... makes movies.