Ca o sirenă din limpezi depărtări, glasul
copilăriei îmi cântă amintirile. Din inima pământului unde am deschis pleopele întâia oară, din lutul pe care am plâns și-am
alergat desculță, în culorile tulburi ce acoperă văzduhul.
Ca un cântec de dor, la granițele timpului, sub
cerul care miroase a ploaie, glasul copilăriei mă răscolește profund. Ființa mea este lutul ce răsuflă și se risipește-n zări, vlăstarii copilăriei pierdute azi îi culeg, ca
un copil care-și plimbă în întuneric tălpile goale prin iarbă.
Stars: Max von Sydow, Gunnar Björnstrand, Bengt Ekerot
Memorable Quotes
1. Antonius Block: Is it so terribly inconceivable to comprehend God with one's senses? Why does he hide in a cloud of half-promises and unseen miracles? How can we believe in the faithful when we lack faith? What will happen to us who want to believe, but can not? What about those who neither want to nor can believe? Why can't I kill God in me? Why does He live on in me in a humiliating way - despite my wanting to evict Him from my heart? Why is He, despite all, a mocking reality I can't be rid of?
2. Antonius Block: I want knowledge! Not faith, not assumptions, but knowledge. I want God to stretch out His hand, uncover His face and speak to me.
Death: But He remains silent.
Antonius Block: I call out to Him in the darkness. But it's as if no one was there.
Death: Perhaps there isn't anyone.
Antonius Block: Then life is a preposterous horror. No man can live faced with Death, knowing everything's nothingness.
Death: Most people think neither of death nor nothingness.
Antonius Block: But one day you stand at the edge of life and face darkness.
Death: That day.
Antonius Block: I understand what you mean.
3. Antonius Block: I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk. It will be a sign to me, and a great sufficiency.
4. Antonius Block: Nothing escapes you!
Death:Nothing escapes me. No one escapes me.
5. Antonius Block:Who are you?
Death: I am Death.
Antonius Block: Have you come for me?
Death: I have long walked by your side.
Antonius Block: So I have noticed.
Death: Are you ready?
Antonius Block: My body is ready, but I am not.
6. Antonius Block: I met Death today. We are playing chess.
7. Death: When next we meet, the hour will strike for you and your friends.
"Orice om pe care nu pot să-l iubesc este pentru mine un izvor de adâncă tristeţe. Orice om pe care l-am iubit şi nu pot să-l mai iubesc înseamnă pentru mine un pas spre moarte. Atunci când n-am să mai pot iubi pe nimeni, am să mor. Voi, cei care ştiţi că meritaţi dragostea mea, aveţi grijăsă nu mă ucideţi." Geo Bogza - Orion (1978)
~ Nici nu-mi mai
amintesc ce cântai. Poate ceva despre crengile şi apele care ţi-au cutreierat nopţile. Sau poate copilăria ta care a murit undeva, sub cuvinte... ~
Bonnie Parker: I don't have no mama. No family either.
Clyde Barrow: Hey, I'm your family.
Bonnie Parker: You know what, when we started out, I thought we was really goin' somewhere. This is it. We're just goin', huh?
Clyde Barrow: I love you.
Bonnie Parker: You're good!
Clyde Barrow: I ain't good. I'm the best!
Bonnie Parker: And modest! Bonnie Parker: What would you do if some miracle happened and we could walk out of here tomorrow morning and start all over again clean? No record and nobody after us, huh? Clyde Barrow: Well, uh, I guess I'd do it all different. First off, I wouldn't live in the same state where we pull our jobs. We'd live in another state. We'd stay clean there and then when we'd take a bank, we'd go into the other state.
Bonnie Parker: [reading her poem] You've heard the story of Jesse James / Of how he lived and died / If you're still in need / Of something to read / Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde. / Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang / I'm sure you all have read / How they rob and steal / And those who squeal / Are usually found dyin' or dead. / They call them cold-hearted killers / They say they are heartless and mean / But I say this with pride / That I once knew Clyde / When he was honest and upright and clean. / But the laws fooled around / Kept takin' him down / And lockin' him up in a cell / Till he said to me: "I'll never be free / So I'll meet a few of them in Hell." / If a policeman is killed in Dallas / And they have no clue to guide / If they can't find a fiend / They just wipe their slate clean / And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde / If they try to act like citizens / And rent them a nice little flat / About the third night / They're invited to fight / By a sub-guns' rat-a-tat-tat. / Some day, they'll go down together / They'll bury them side by side / To a few, it'll be grief / To the law, a relief / But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
