Luis Fernando Solis Rojas

MEXICAN PSYCHO! who loves film

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Ernest Hides

I´ve chosen from "The Spoon River Anthology" the poem called "Ernest Hyde" 

ERNEST HYDE

My mind was a mirror:

It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew.

In youth my mind was just a mirror In a rapidly flying car.

Which catches and loses bits of the landscape.

Then in time 

Great scratches were made on the mirror;

Letting the outside world come in,

And letting my inner self look out.

For this is the birth of the soul in sorrow,

A birth with gains and losses.

The mind sees the world as a thing apart,

And the soul makes the world at one with itself.

A mirror scratched reflects no image--

And this is the silence of the wisdom.

So, in the making of the adaptation, my mind was blewn over with this metaphores and imaginery of present, past, future, soul and power of mind.

Now I´m only making the Treatment (First Draft)

Mirrors, mirrors and mirrors are surrounding him. He is thinking of her, he is thinking of the dog, he is thinking of the dream, he is thinking of his mom, of her cat and her kitchen, he is thinking and smelling that delicious apple pie that she always had cooked for him...

He walks out and look arround... To his side is an enormous mirror...

And then...

His face is a mirror, himself is a mirror, he´s covered in mirrors... 

He is walking in a beautiful landscape, a forest, a twilight, a creek...

He watches everything that surrounds him, and everything is inside of him, everything that he see, he adsorves...

An old men, see´s he´s young self in a mirror, he remembers, he dreams...

THANKS FOR EVERYONE THAT´S READING AND LIKING MY PROJECT! MY TIME IS LIMITED SO THAT´S WHY I´M NOT PROGRESSING MUCH, AND CAN´T EVEN READ YOURS! I PROMISE I´LL READ IT AS SOON AS I CAN! CHEERS AND THANKS!

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