Here they bury the living and fuck the dead and somewhere in between there lies the auteur himself: "Nothing is worth as much as life. That's why I want only to live even while being a poet, because life can express itself alone, too, with itself. I would like to express myself through examples. To throw my body into the struggle" - Pier Paolo Pasolini.
To a film about casualties, verses from a World War: "Of these houses nothing remains but the rubble of a ruined wall - Of the many who were so close to me nothing remains not even that - But in my heart no one's cross is missing - My heart is the most tormented country of all." (Ungaretti on a wiped out village). "Like this stone of San Michele so cold so hard so drained so unyielding so totally lifeless - So like