Beautifully poetic social document charting Argentina's troubled history of social conflict and horrifically bloody dictatorships through the eyes of a general, a transporter, a dictator and revolutionaries, all tormented by the memory of Eva Peron.Written by
It is a fact. All the elements that constitute the body are the raw material also for the symbol. Of course it the psyche interfered... the well-known psychoanalytic obstacle... but even if a chaotic hyper-set such as an entire country is involved, if the past failed to get transformed into a symbol easily and correctly then, the dead return... the constant self-psychoanalytic engineering does not help anyone anymore... you cannot exceed the past just by gazing the future... the dead reject the rest unless they have been restored... in a proper, well-adjusted way... for those who lost the chance to become heroes, that manner is always complicated, enigmatic and mysterious... no one actually is aware of it... perhaps only time... yes, time only...
Time which restores the injustices of the living towards the dead... even if that seems graphic, almost poetic... because vanity cannot be restored... it can only be remembered... with the fluidity of the blood... the firmness of the mind... mostly, the sanctity of the body...
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