A calma da noite, dois apaixonados, a natureza conspira à sua volta. Eles são diferentes. Diferentes um do outro, diferentes do resto do mundo. Mas não se importam. Olham-se fixamente nos olhos, conhecem-se, confiam, penetram na alma um do outro e uma só certeza existe no seu coração: ninguém tem aquilo que eles têm, porque ninguém conhece, ninguém sabe que é possível.
This is not the sort of show which I usually talk about on this blog. However, as a psychologist, I’m usually quite curious in regards to criminals and their minds; and one of these days I started watching this documentary on Netflix . Taking into consideration the kind of thing this is, I can’t say I ‘liked’ it. I mean what you see in there is nothing to like, but I was rather terrified, which is probably the usual response. Nonetheless, it was definitely a good documentary. The eyes of a killer Everything displayed in this story was terrible. The descriptions, Bundy’s posture, everything seemed like some sort of horror show, putting into perspective what we may consider to be lucky or unlucky in this life. Before I even start watching it, I read somewhere that this was the kind of thing you shouldn’t watch alone. Sounds accurate right now. At the time, and considering my, mostly academic, experience, I didn’t think that this could actually be so upsetting.
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