A world full of mirages and hypnosis, where love can only be a miracle.
But there will always be Cabiria, an ink-black tear, a prostitute from another corner, the soul’s skin of Giulietta, the Chaplin I wanted to cradle and protect. Her face is truly the heart of Jesus, as Caetano sings.
Notes:
-Children hanging from metal trees.
-Getting drunk and cursing nuns.
-A million dogs in a mansion with a pool and lobster.
-Catastrophic shortcuts.
