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"Cosa fai là, attendendo riconoscenza?

Estraneo fra i mercanti, mercante tu stesso,
cosa fai là, se la tua immagine ti ha abbandonato;
lo specchio è solo il diario dei tuoi timori?

Perché rimani? Ancora versando acqua ai folli,
pasto, un premio gettato contro il vetro.

Lontano da quell'altare dei giorni delusi,
uccidi, stupra, prendi, usa, fai tua la vita,
perchè nella morte, tu non possa aver dubbio di aver fatto cosa sbagliata."

(Pietro Mascagni - Cavalleria Rusticana, Intermezzo sinfonico)

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"Are you blind or are just cursed with vision,
to beat the path I do not scrap a rhyme on?

I do not lack a home, a wound in the outer skin
you sharp, sinking flames bearer,
you are too young to stand my sight.

Land me, forget me in your sleeps,
I am meant to be
broken languages on eager to have mouths,
thus you are so away from a not-to-be home.

Still every day in your eyes,
I see a unicorn
born to run the forest down."

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"Something happened.
It is still going on. It binds me.
It was true at night, and it's true in the day, even more so now.
Who was who? I was in her and she was around me.
Who in the world can claim that he was ever together with another being?
I am together.
No mortal child was begot, only an immortal common image.

I learned astonishment that night.
She came to take me home, and I found home.
It happened once.
Once, and therefore forever.
The image that we created will be with me when I die.
I will have lived within it.
The amazement about the two of us, amazement about man and woman...
has turned me into a human being.

I know now...
what...
no angel knows."

[from Der Himmel über Berlin,
by Wim Wenders & Peter Handke]

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Damiel:
"Do you recall our first visit here?
History had not yet begun.
We let mornings and evenings go by, and waited.
It took a long time for the river to find its bed and the stagnant water to flow.
Valley of the primeval river. One day, I still remember...
the glacier melted and the icebergs drifted to the north.
A tree passed by, still green, with an empty bird's nest.
Only the fish had leapt over a myriad of years.
Then came the moment when the bees drowned."

Cassiel:
"Some time later, the two stags fought on the bank.
Then the flies and the antlers, like branches, flowing down the river.
All that ever grew again was grass...
growing over the bodies of wild cats, wild boar and buffaloes."

Damiel:
"One morning, out of the savannah, its forehead smeared with grass...
appeared the biped, our image, so long awaited.
And its first word was a shout.
Was it "ah" or "oh", or was it merely a groan?
We were at last able to laugh, for the first time.
Through this man's shout and that of his followers, we learnt to speak."

Cassiel:
"A long story."

Damiel:
"Sun, lightning, thunder in the sky...
and below on earth, the firesides, the leaps...
the round dances, the signs, the writing.
Then one broke through the cycle and ran straight ahead.
As long as he ran straight ahead, swerving sometimes perhaps from joy...
he seemed free, and again we could laugh with him.
But then, suddenly, he ran zigzag, and stones flew.
With his flight began the history of wars.
It is still going on."

Cassiel:
"But the story of the grass, the sun, the leaps and the shouts...
is still going on, too."

[from Der Himmel über Berlin,
by Wim Wenders & Peter Handke]

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"When the child was a child,
It couldn't imagine nothingness,
and today shudders at the idea.

When the child was a child,
it played with enthusiasm...
and now it can only muster it when it concerns its work.

What is wrong with peace that its inspiration doesn't endure and that its story its hardly told?
["Cosa c'è nella pace che alla lunga non entusiasma e che non si presta al racconto?"]

If I do give up, then mankind will lose its storyteller.
And if mankind once loses its storyteller, then it will lose its childhood.

Look, my eyes.
They are the image of necessity...
of the future of everyone in the place."

[from Der Himmel über Berlin,
by Wim Wenders & Peter Handke]

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