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ALL ROADS LEAD TO HOME

written and directed by Lee Jung-Hyang .

Country: South Korea .

Year: 2002 .

Duration: 87 min .

Cast: Yoo Seung-Ho (Sang Woo), Kim Ul-Boon (Grandmother), Dong Hyo-Hee (Mother), Min Kyung-Hoon (Cheol-E), Yim Eun-Kyung (Hae-Yeon).

Production: Woo-Hyun Whang and Jae-Woo Wang.

Music: Kim Hae-Hong and Kim Yang-Hee .

Photo: Yoon Hong-Shik.

Art Direction: JEOM-Hee Shin .

Sang-Woo is a willful child of seven years which should move in with his grandmother moved into the South Korean province rudimentary, and that his mother must work in Seoul. Before the change of environment, his wayward character makes your stay an act of rebellion faced by his grandmother with incontestable tolerant brotherly love and unflappable patience. "All Roads Lead to Home" is a simple exercise of narrative filmmaking by Jeong-Hyang Lee, whose brevity does not prevent to make this film a solid piece of dramatic strength by advocating a rapprochement between two irreconcilable worlds first instance and that, ultimately, find a point of indissoluble union. The small Sang-Woo, accustomed to urban amenities, do not understand how his grandmother can live without electricity or running water. He finds it unthinkable that rural universe given to contemplation and rooted in ancient traditions which can not even get batteries for your game. Obnoxious at times, the child learns to understand the enforced silence of his grandmother in a process by which the 70 years that separate them do not seem an insurmountable obstacle, to prevail in this particular relationship the amiable virtue of humility and the importance of family ties as irreplaceable quality training.

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Texts of poems by Carlos López Dzur

The 69 -

Sixty-nine of every hundred thousand young
of San Francisco have been accessed
temple of their bodies and tiny
predictable soul of a bullet, sacred utensil
manhood and evil holy anger, ruthless
profit does not yield progress, but conn
rap death or thump .

gun is that without baptism there is no city dweller.
is that no gun or knife
not say I am wise in seeking
of bread and profit.

In this land of illusions and complex
must have style and thunder,
ah no, pistol?
and being young is just ahead on the occasion of consecrating the ostia
bleed and breath. Bless


street from the emergency room,
here that heaven is
from a bed, stretched out, with wine

serum into the veins or on the lips. Here


learn to pray and say goodbye and look at the pain
size Bala
Santa being pulled with pliers and scalpels.

December 1995

*
The new visitor

Just know that the bracero
to comply with the pull
is paid in dollars, gentlemen, and if they beat

nostalgia has to return and fulfill their sueñazos

as the Tomato King
(oh, but not know that there are nights
Parranderas with queers and females
bars, and a bad seed
who gets into the blood ...
alas, he does not know AIDS death, the new visitor
the Ruralies!) 03/11/1992

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The job I was born with a shovel and oberol
rough hands and I gave them my father

heritage and value work ..

He taught me to dream that
building a house, who built a wall and I tend
on paved roads.
entered the pasture with rods.
Since childhood, my strength
cling to the large brush and the screen and know secrets
cement, lime charge
bales and sand the pour.

I am one of the scholars of
concrete, and hormones, I have a bit of silica
and sweat on my forehead and the color of the sun that burns
and habits
up early at 5:00 or earlier.

I see a little star
with my eyes and the aroma of coffee
I catch early, before I go ...
with my father at my side.

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Young unemployed

On days like these, no job, and nobody
appointment, either him or my brothers
.

Without office climbing up scaffolding,
are others novelero bursts, without my knowledge
sand fox,
my gear without tying steel.

Others who do not climb stairs or lift
or plank wood walls
the substance
structure their invention to the air, his skeleton
winds are intruders.

Others who do not ditch your stone design,

root and foundation, even with pale skin, are vicious, Lick
fatigue, are fed in slow steps,
weak breath.
come and enact my shame, I'm clumsy and unfortunate
the young with no future,
the subject of derision. __


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BELMONTE DE MIRANDA - ROCK ROAD MANTECA Valdeón

70% of the territory of the Council of Belmonte de Miranda is above 800 meters, although Belmonte capital is 200 meters. This gives an idea of \u200b\u200bthe natural beauty and landscape, crossed from north to south along the river in the valley Pigüeña surrounded by a huge chain of mountains whose summit is the highest altitude Manteca Peña peak also called L'HORRUES of 1,527 meters. The almost 2,000 inhabitants of the Council are distributed in 66 villages, mainly dedicated to agriculture and livestock. In story to highlight the artistic heritage of Quintana Torre XV century, the Palace in the town of Cienfuegos Aguerra seventeenth century and declared a Historic Artistic Monument, the Church of San Martín de Leiguarda XV century and forge Roman "The Machuco ", an ancient mill which its age is unclear. Festivals, food, mountain and architecture are reasons to enjoy this beautiful Asturian Council.

As already outlined above the highest peak of the Council of Belmonte de Miranda is the peak Peña butter or L'HORRUES of 1,527 meters. To climb this summit we left the village of San Esteban, from there we went on a road that passes through continued rise Colláu Coux and finally to Brañas The Chalga, fog prevents us from seeing the top of the peak and almost to discover their silhouette, from there we went to Collado La Espina, there the road a bit and we lost a continuous struggle against Piornal to finally face the ramp without difficulty, atop a mailbox, and the trig point, a pity that the thick fog that day is not possible to distinguish the valley or surrounding mountains. We descend the same way up to the town of San Esteban.