INTROSPECTION

WORDS

When you see (leaning on the railing of a bridge, or rocked by the water, or maybe sitting down by the bank, on one of those giant stones), the canoes of white foam descending beaten by the current, down the river, think that they have a mother, just like you; that they have a finite life, just like you. That under the moonlight they seem to be ghosts; the same as you.

MOVIES

Tropical Malady, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, Thailand, 2004.

When the sun hid, everyone got into the shade.

Was there commotion, desperation, anxiety in that flight? If so, it was discreet: an elderly man comes closer to a tree, a cane in his hand; that girl dives into deeper waters; this beetle patiently looks for a bigger stem. The sunflower just lowers her head.

And, what about us?

Maybe we will remain under the cloak of darkness. At least here we can see the moon.

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Cemetery, by Desártico.