When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?
Wings of Desire, Wim Wenders (1987)
Este filme é tão maravilhoso... a mim consola-me. O velho Homero, com as suas reflexões e capacidade para a alegria, mesmo no meio da tristeza, é das minhas personagens fictícias favoritas.
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