For me, the best film of 2022 and the one that will become one of the classics of cinema due to its depth embodied in a coherent nonsense of images that shows the routine of the average person who apparently “wastes” his life “washing clothes and paying taxes”
The princess, Lu Shi was her name, was given to him.
An ambassador traveled on the king’s behalf to retrieve her.
There was an exchange of gifts and interminable banquets and ceremonies.
The afternoon is gray and sadness
from heaven opens like a dead man’s mouth.
My heart has a princess cry
forgotten in the depths of a deserted palace.
And if I take into account what epigenetics says about genetic memory, I would understand why I felt as at home in the savannahs of South Africa as I do in Madrid or Barranquilla.