blossoming into color only when the angels perceive the realities of humankind

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How should I live ?
Maybe that’s not the question.
How should I think ?
I know so little. Maybe
Because I’m always just curious.
Sometimes I think so wrongly...
Because I’m thinking
as if I was talking to someone else.
Inside closed eyes,
close the eyes again.
That even the stones come alive.
To be with the colours.
Les couleurs. The colours.
Neon lights in the evening sky,
The red and yellow S-Bahn.
Longing... longing.
I only need to be ready.
Longing for a wave of love
That would stir in me.
That’s what makes me clumsy,
the absence of desire.
Desire to love.
Desire to love.


Fragment d'un diàleg a
la pel.lícula "Wings of Desire", de Wim Wenders.

Comentaris

Pedro ha dit…
has llegit mai l'avui? Potser no tots els prejudicis són certs. No fa falta comprar premsa feta a 600 km.
Cesc Amat ha dit…
Pedro,
No aconsegueixo entendre com caram relaciones el Wim Winders amb l'Avui, però vaja... el DVD d'aquesta pel.lícula el regalaven amb l'Independent del diumenge passat. Però en tot cas, sí, he llegit més d'una vegada l'Avui.
Nadia ha dit…
Francesc, veig que el Pedro s'ha dedicat a posar aquest comment a tothom, a mi me l'ha posat al post del Drexler... poca feina diríem?