Intímas Turbulências

Clepsidra 2006

A cama branca de aloendros feita. Havia um rasgão na brancura do tecido pasto. Uma noite em que o céu era branco, mas tinha estrelas de pontos pretos, para nós contarmos.E aquele barulho velado, toda a noite, em consonância com as batidas duras dos corações:

O barulho da chuva nas telhas.

Hexaedro de Berlim

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O2 Man

Clepsidra 2006

O Homem dividido em particulas domina a paisagem de quem vem da zona ocidental de Berlim, mesmo no meio do Rio Spree.É um colosso à nossa medida, que nos demonstra os fragmentos de que somos feitose que nos tornam unos.

Hexaedro de Berlim

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Berlin Mauer

Clepsidra 2006

"Are there still borders? More than ever! Every street has its borderline. Between each plot, there's a strip of no-man's-land disguised as a hedge or a ditch. Whoever dares, will fall into booby traps or be hit by laser rays. The trout are really torpedoes. Every home owner, or even every tenant nails his name plate on the door, like a coat of arms and studies the morning paper as if he were a world leader. Germany has crumbled into as many small states as there are individuals. And these small states are mobile. Everyone carries his own state with him, and demands a toll when another wants to enter. A fly caught in amber, or a leather bottle. So much for the border. But one can only enter each state with a password. The German soul of today can only be conquered and governed by one who arrives at each small state with the password. Fortunately, no one is currently in a position to do this. So... everyone migrates, and waves his one-man-state flag in all earthly directions. Their children already shake their rattles and drag their filth around them in circles." (Der Himmel über Berlin - Wim Wenders)