Monica

Filme extremamente sagaz. Por alguma razão, me fez traçar um paralelo com a música Panis Et Circenses dos Mutantes.

Belissímo, gostei por ser algo tão profundo passado de uma maneira bem didática. O filme me remeteu a uma metáfora da "doença" Duka (um ensinamento do budismo) que é a alegria e o sofrimento inseparáveis, presente em todos os seres humanos, o estar bem e o estar mal coexistindo como algo cíclico, ora um no comando ora o outro.

Sleeping - Raymond Carver

He slept on his hands.
On a rock.
On his feet.
On someone else's feet.
He slept on buses, trains, in airplanes.
Slept on duty.
Slept beside the road.
Slept on a sack of apples.
He slept in a pay toilet.
In a hayloft.
In the Super Dome.
Slept in a Jaguar, and in the back of a pickup.
Slept in theaters.
In jail.
On boats.
He slept in line shacks and, once, in a castle.
Slept in the rain.
In blistering sun he slept.
On horseback.
He slept in chairs, churches, in fancy hotels.
He slept under strange roofs all his life.
Now he sleeps under the earth.
Sleeps on and on.
Like an old king.