Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Behold those times re-created bythe brutal power of sunlit images,the light of life’s tragedy.The walls of the trial, the fieldof the firing squad; and the distantghost of Rome’s suburbs in a ring,gleaming white in naked light.Gunshots: our death, our survival. ”
Pier Paolo Pasolini
From : Selected Poetry of Pier Paolo Pasolini
