Mit tehet egy újságíró-művész, ha népe sorsának jobbra fordítása érdekében politikusokkal kell paktálnia, miközben minden erőfeszítése ellenére folyton fennakad a politikai játszmák hálóján, s úgy érzi, csak játékszer a hatalmasok kezében?
A föld transzban (1967) 2★
Képek 13
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Várólistára tette 9
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Ódor_Endre
– I was always following him, almost lost, in those useless, empty days in Eldorado. A hell called Eldorado!
Ódor_Endre
– I see fields of agony, I sail seas of denial…On my sword, I bring remnants of passion, born in those wars, some more, some less, cloistered witnesses of the blood that sustains us. Death growing, flowing and devouring. We live with death. Inside us, death becomes the failure of our daily employment, as we advance, we retreat.
Ódor_Endre
– These feeble, bloodless people. These people need death above all. The blood that incites a brother to grief the feeling of nothing which leads to love. Death like faith, not like fear.
Ódor_Endre
– You've thrown Vieira into an abyss.
– Me? The abyss is here, wide-open. We all march towards it.
– But it's not the people's fault. It's not the people's fault. It's not!
– But they go after the first who shows them a sword or a cross.
