Monologue tiré du film Nostalghia d'Andrei Tarkovsky, écrit par ce dernier en collaboration avec Tonino Guerra:
"What ancestor speaks in me? I can't live simultaneously in my head and in my body, that's why I can't be just one person. I can feel myself countless things at once.
There are no great masters left, that's the real evil of our time. Our heart's path is covered in shadow. We must listen to the voices that seem useless. Into brains full of long sewage pipes, of school walls, tarmac and welfare papers, the buzzing of insects must enter. We must fill our eyes and ears with things that are the beginning of a great dream. Someone must shout that we'll build the pyramids, it doesn't matter if we don't. We must fuel that wish. We must stretch the corners of the soul like an endless sheet.
If you want the world to go forward, we must hold hands. We must mix the so-called 'healthy' with the so-called 'sick.' You healthy ones! What does your health mean? The eyes of all mankind are looking at the pit into which we are all plunging. Freedom is useless if you don't have the courage to look us in the eye, to eat, drink, and sleep with us! It's the so-called 'healthy' who have brought the world to the verge of ruin!
Listen, Man! In you: Water, Fire, and then Ashes. The bones, and then ashes!
Where am I when I'm not in the real world, or in my imagination?
Here's my new pact with the world. It must be sunny at night and snowy in August. Great things end, small things endure. Society must become united again instead of being fragmented. Just look at Nature and you'll see that life is simple, that we must go back to where we were, to the point where you took the wrong turning. We must go back to the main foundations of life, without dirtying the water.
What kind of world is this, if a madman has to tell you to be ashamed of yourselves?
O Mother, O Mother! The air is that light thing that moves around your head and becomes clearer when you laugh."
"What ancestor speaks in me? I can't live simultaneously in my head and in my body, that's why I can't be just one person. I can feel myself countless things at once.
There are no great masters left, that's the real evil of our time. Our heart's path is covered in shadow. We must listen to the voices that seem useless. Into brains full of long sewage pipes, of school walls, tarmac and welfare papers, the buzzing of insects must enter. We must fill our eyes and ears with things that are the beginning of a great dream. Someone must shout that we'll build the pyramids, it doesn't matter if we don't. We must fuel that wish. We must stretch the corners of the soul like an endless sheet.
If you want the world to go forward, we must hold hands. We must mix the so-called 'healthy' with the so-called 'sick.' You healthy ones! What does your health mean? The eyes of all mankind are looking at the pit into which we are all plunging. Freedom is useless if you don't have the courage to look us in the eye, to eat, drink, and sleep with us! It's the so-called 'healthy' who have brought the world to the verge of ruin!
Listen, Man! In you: Water, Fire, and then Ashes. The bones, and then ashes!
Where am I when I'm not in the real world, or in my imagination?
Here's my new pact with the world. It must be sunny at night and snowy in August. Great things end, small things endure. Society must become united again instead of being fragmented. Just look at Nature and you'll see that life is simple, that we must go back to where we were, to the point where you took the wrong turning. We must go back to the main foundations of life, without dirtying the water.
What kind of world is this, if a madman has to tell you to be ashamed of yourselves?
O Mother, O Mother! The air is that light thing that moves around your head and becomes clearer when you laugh."
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