Chile

"Chile hurts. A poet once said that “Chile is long as a rancher’s lasso and thin as the poor man’s cot. We live between the mountain range and the sea, balancing like drunks. With our hands clinging to the mountains and our feet wet from the sea, more cold than this world.” What makes the Chilean an insistent, uncontrollable, stubborn persistent being? I don’t know. Perhaps it is the extraordinary mix of races and cultures that gives us an extravagant air, much of the time dark, frugal with words, and brief with incoherent actions and behaviors. The fact is that the whole world waited so long for the compromise that governs after the dictatorship and despite the fact that the parties have made many notable advances for its history today, Chile wants more to the point where we are being devoured by our appetites and uncontrollable desires of consumption only compared to a global level. History has passed through this world without leaving any obvious tracks or traces. Chile also is a country of oversight — a land of negligence and sudden insanity. In this Utopian land reigns under customs disguised as a bad carnival of pragmatism and Cartesiana reason. The reality is that Chile is a line in the air.", Miguel Littín em entrevista sobre o filme Isla 10, que me levou de volta aos prigués de Sepúlveda.

[dia de dizer: é sexta-feira, yeah-]