iz "Wings of Desire", napokon :)


iz "Wings of Desire", napokon :)

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za mene kultni film, jedan od apsolutno omiljenih, pisah vec o tome ponegde ovde. citat je sa samog kraja filma:

'now we are the times. not only the whole city, but the whole world is taking part in our decision. we two are more than just two. we personify something. we are sitting in people's plaza filled with people who all wish for what we wish for. we are deciding everyones game!

there's no greater story than ours. that of a man and a woman. it will be a story of giants, invisible, transposable. a story of new ancestors.'

'i dreamt of a stranger - of my man only with whom could i be lonely, completely open, completely for him, welcome him completely into myself. encircle him with the labyrinth of shared happiness. i know it is you'

(@black orchid, bila sam izgubila tu sveschicu, i kukala sam da nekako nadjem citat....i eto Smile )


Prevodjen kao "Na krilima zhelje", i "Nebo iznad Berlina" (prema "Der Himmel über Berlin")...
...a ja sam bila zaboravila da kazhem na svom blogu, pa evo sad&ovde - meni je neko presnimio film Crying or Very sad ... ali bicce opet nekad na tv-u... Neutral

"Are there still borders? More than ever! Every street has its borderline. Between each plot, there's a strip of no-man's-land disguised as a hedge or a ditch. Whoever dares, will fall into booby traps or be hit by laser rays. The trout are really torpedoes. Every home owner, or even every tenant nails his name plate on the door, like a coat of arms and studies the morning paper as if he were a world leader. Germany has crumbled into as many small states as there are individuals. And these small states are mobile. Everyone carries his own state with him, and demands a toll when another wants to enter. A fly caught in amber, or a leather bottle. So much for the border. But one can only enter each state with a password. The German soul of today can only be conquered and governed by one who arrives at each small state with the password. Fortunately, no one is currently in a position to do this. So... everyone migrates, and waves his one-man-state flag in all earthly directions. Their children already shake their rattles and drag their filth around them in circles."

trebalo bi da nabavim film za dan-dva Very Happy
tako da, if you wish, feel free to pp me...

bukvalno film koji bih mogla da gledam uvek&opet&ponovo...left me speechless.. Embarassed

da, zox... "Lorsque l'enfant etait l'enfant..." smešak

ajde okacicu i prevod da sad ne lupam po sjecanju... imam ga kod kuce ... a sad nisam tamo Mr. Green ... a mozda neko i zna svabenzi ... ja znam samo dva lista francezi Razz

preveshcu ja, izlazim sad, pa chim se vratim, don't worry Zagrljaj

Dopuna: 07 Mar 2007 0:42

Kad je dete bilo dete,
ishlo je mlatarajuci rukama,
zhelelo je da je potok reka, reka bujica,
a bara more.
Kad je dete bilo dete,
nije znalo da je dete,
sve je imalo dushu, i sve dushe su bile Jedno/-a.
Videlo je horizont, bez da u njemu trazhi beg,
nije moglo pozhuriti,
niti po naredbi ili planski misliti.
Kad je dete bilo dete,
nije imalo (formirano) mishljenje ni o chemu,
nije imalo navike,
sedelo je chesto prekrshtenih nogu (u "turskom sedu" Wink ), potrchalo bi iz mesta,
imalo je kovitlac u kosi,
i nije pravilo grimase kad bi ga fotografisali.

a ima inache jos Smile evo 2. deo na engleskom (nema potrebe da prevodim? Smile ), pa sutra dobijate prevod ostatka ostalog smešak

"When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions.
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Isn't life under the sun just a dream?
Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world?
Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who I am, didn't exist before I came to be,
and that someday I, the one I am,
no longer will be the one I am?"

Dopuna: 07 Mar 2007 22:43

e svashta... pa eno cele na engleskom na Vendersovom sajtu Laughing Very Happy brinem se Mr. Green

Song of Childhood
By Peter Handke

"When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people,
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn't exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.

When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.

When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, bread,
And so it is even now.

When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.

When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today."


Bamboo Forest, Nara, Japan

Dozens of mosquitoes
were descending on me
while I tried to hold my camera still.
I just hoped
they wouldn't land on the lens.


sto su mu lepe ove fotke sa haikuima Smile

k'o bi rek'o Mr. Green na jutjubu ima sve (: (nema sve, no dobro, bidnemo zadovoljni)
spec. za ljubicastu (priznajem, neko mi 'pomogao' : o ) )

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