{"id":860,"date":"2020-05-14T20:21:50","date_gmt":"2020-05-14T23:21:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ediyporn.com\/?post_type=posts_diversos&p=860"},"modified":"2020-05-18T14:09:08","modified_gmt":"2020-05-18T17:09:08","slug":"contact","status":"publish","type":"posts_diversos","link":"https:\/\/www.ediyporn.com\/en\/posts_diversos\/contact\/","title":{"rendered":"CONTACT"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nSINOPSE<\/strong>
\nContato \u00e9 um poema audiovisual sobre isolamento, intimidade, natureza e mem\u00f3ria corporal durante a pandemia do covid-19. Gravado nas paisagens do sul da Calif\u00f3rnia, o filme abre quest\u00f5es sobre toque, conex\u00e3o org\u00e2nica entre seres vivos e as m\u00faltiplas sensa\u00e7\u00f5es advindas do encontro.<\/p>\n

SYNOPSIS <\/strong>
\nContact is an audiovisual poem about isolation, intimacy, nature, and body memory during the covid-19 pandemic. Recorded in the landscapes of Southern California, the film opens questions about touch, the organic connection between living beings, and the multiple sensations arising from the encounter.<\/p>\n

POEMA<\/strong>
\neu t\u00f4 h\u00e1 meses num deserto.
\nquando eu cheguei aqui, as montanhas eram vermelhas,
\nsecas, desabitadas.
\nagora verdes, ainda envolvem o sil\u00eancio em suas curvas.
\ne as pedras, de novo as pedras,
\nsoltas na natureza,
\nselvagens.
\nt\u00eam um sentido sexual.
\nmas eu n\u00e3o espero por elas,
\neu n\u00e3o aguardo ningu\u00e9m.
\nsomos eu, e as pedras.
\na sublime sensa\u00e7\u00e3o da minha pequenez,
\ne a morte, a morte que espreita
\ndentro das casas, dentro dos mercados,
\ncirculando nas videoconfer\u00eancias,
\na morte.
\neu me rendo ao cont\u00e1gio.
\neu desejo o v\u00edrus.
\neu quero a doen\u00e7a sem cura,
\na imunidade, o contato.
\neu vou morrer nos seus bra\u00e7os.
\nvou chorar sua dor, at\u00e9 que eu n\u00e3o seja mais ningu\u00e9m.
\ndilu\u00edda na queda ininterrupta
\nda \u00e1gua que bate nas pedras,
\nque molha as pernas,
\npenetra nos cabelos,
\nalegra os humores,
\ne, sim, ainda nutre vida
\nmesmo ap\u00f3s o fim do mundo.
\nmeu apocalipse \u00e9 o seu n\u00e3o.
\nvoc\u00ea n\u00e3o vem comigo,
\nvoc\u00ea n\u00e3o me d\u00e1 toda a dor que eu preciso
\npra sofrer, me perder,
\nespatifar no fim do abismo.
\neu bebi o seu sangue, desenhei sobre seu corpo
\ncom vermelho e vinho,
\ne voc\u00ea n\u00e3o espera nada.
\nvoc\u00ea,
\nnada.
\nvoc\u00ea,
\nchoro.
\ncobre seu rosto com o edredom
\ne chora.
\neu sei que voc\u00ea foge,
\nescorrega entre os meus dedos,
\nmorre de medo de se perder em mim.
\ne ent\u00e3o diz que n\u00e3o estamos l\u00e1
\nainda,
\nnem acha que vamos estar.<\/p>\n

POEM<\/strong>
\nI’ve been in a desert for months.
\nWhen I got here, the mountains were red,
\ndry, uninhabited.
\nNow green, they still hold silence in their curves.
\nAnd the rocks, again the rocks,
\nthey are loose in nature, wild.
\nThey have a sexual meaning.
\nBut I don\u2019t wait for them,
\nI don’t wait for anyone.
\nIt’s just me, and the rocks.
\nThe sublime sensation of my smallness,
\nand death. Death lurking
\ninside the houses, inside the grocery stores,
\ncirculating within video calls.
\nDeath.
\nI surrender to contagion.
\nI want the virus.
\nI want the disease without a cure,
\nthe immunity, some contact.
\nI will die in your arms.
\nI will cry your pain until I am no one else.
\nI’m diluted in the uninterrupted fall,
\nI’m the water hitting the rocks, wetting the legs,
\ntouching the hair, brightening the moods,
\nand yes, it still nourishes life
\neven after the end of the world.
\nMy apocalypse happens when you say no\u2026
\nyou don’t come with me.
\nYou don’t give me all the pain I need
\nto suffer, lose myself,
\n crash into the end of the abyss.
\nI drank your blood, drew it on your body
\nwith red and wine,
\nand you don’t expect anything.
\nyou, nothing
\nyou, cry.
\nhide your face under the duvet
\nand cry.
\nI know you run away, you slip between my fingers,
\nterrified of getting lost on me.
\nand then you say that we are not there
\nyet,
\nnor do you think we’ll be. <\/p>\n

CR\u00c9DITOS<\/strong>
\nTexto: Andiara Ramos Pereira
\nRoteiro: Andiara Ramos Pereira (Dee Dee) e Toni M\u00e1rquez
\nProdu\u00e7\u00e3o: Toni M\u00e1rquez
\nDire\u00e7\u00e3o: Andiara Ramos Pereira e Toni M\u00e1rquez
\nNarra\u00e7\u00e3o: Andiara Ramos Pereira
\nMontagem: Andiara Ramos Pereira<\/p>\n

CREDITS<\/strong>
\nText: Andiara Ramos Pereira
\nScript: Andiara Ramos Pereira (Dee Dee) e Toni M\u00e1rquez
\nProduction: Toni M\u00e1rquez
\nDirected by: Andiara Ramos Pereira e Toni M\u00e1rquez
\nNarration: Andiara Ramos Pereira
\nEdition: Andiara Ramos Pereira<\/p>\n

Para assistir ou exibir o filme \/ To watch or screen the film:<\/strong>
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