Fuga
Flash of nude boy with Mercury sandals and a doctor’s satchel. A boy is seen running through the streets of lower Manhattan, dodging from one doorway to another as the credits come on. Blowing snow… dogs bark from the windows of derelict buildings. The boy is leaning into the wind, snow in his face. He collapses for a moment, leaning against a tree. He passes a vacant lot with frozen corn shucks. As he runs, the weather gets milder. Frogs jump into a pothole, weeds and bushes grow up through undergrowth and gulleys full of branches. He his clearly running from something now. Sound of a chainsaw behind him. He stumbles and falls and turns screaming as a tree falls on him in a cloud of sawdust.
Burroughs, Blade Runner, a Movie
Burroughs, Blade Runner, a Movie
Imagino uma estátua de mármore. Um dia de Inverno. Uma ida ao dentista. Um dia mau.
2 Comments:
ai o dentista outra vez...esta ideia persegue-me!
então, menos neurótico hoje?
sim... mas a coisa deu-me para a escrita... hoje numa apresentação (daquelas a dormir) escrevi uns primeiros textos para aqui... vou exorcisando...
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