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REMEMBER HARON [working title of A MOSCA CIECA]

What can I do without this world? Without a face and...

... without questions...

"f(x)" is probable

BREATHLESS

FURIOUS

"f(a)" is true

towards LOVE

LISTEN

Hi! You're here, finally!

Sorry, I am late...

... because i was reading... - What were you reading?

Mathematics...

Five is killed by Six...

But Five killed Four.

Every number...

Any number...

... kills the previous number...

just to be killed by the following number...

And number One?

One is always a victim. It's the destiny of the first ones...

... to be victims.

Can we be victims too?

Sure. Always.

How? When? - I don't know exactly...

Every time we do something, I suppose.

Every time you expose yourself...

... When you display yourself, you become a target.

Not to mention sacrificial victims: sometimes sacrifice is useful, sometimes it's just a farce.

A lot of variables...

Did you read the newspaper? - No. What's new?

Nothing, just an idea...

Gimme a cigarette, and a match.

I feel safe with you.

You're always so peaceful...

I love you

I LOVE YOU

What are you doing? Get up!

What are you waiting for?

C'mon, get dressed!

You look at me like... like I was an old, impotent man.

No, I don't.

Yes, you do. I can see it in your eyes.

I told you I didn't feel like making love to you.

Why did you do it, then?

You insisted so much... I didn't want it to be like that.

What time are you supposed to be home? - I don't care.

Why are you asking me that, anyway?

Will you be back? - When?

I don't know. When you have some spare time.

Why don't you ask me if I love you?

Do you love me? Huh?

Do you love me or not?

You're so stupid.

Idiot!

What do you want?

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I'm sorry, sir. I'm awfully sorry.

[LECTURE ABOUT DANTE ALIGHIERI]

Do we know each other?

I don't think so. You must be mistaken.

Do you mind if I talk to you? Am I disturbing you?

Why, no. Of course not.

I think I know you. I'm not kidding.

Where did we meet, then? - I don't know, let me think...

Maybe at my friends' house?

Yes, at my friends' house. Or maybe we've never met before...

You see, I know lots of people...

and I know the way people look at each other.

I saw you watching that young couple over there...

The girl can feel your presence...

maybe you're annoying her or maybe she likes to be desired...

... by another man, by a stranger.

Don't you think I am right? - Maybe. But you're wrong.

Sure I am making little mistakes, but I don't think I am totally wrong.

If you know me so well, then why am I here?

Maybe I am waiting for a girl... or a friend, isn't it?

I can see you're upset from the way you light your cigarettes.

That's none of my business, of course... but I'll listen to your story, if you want to share it.

After all, who am I? Just a stranger.

We'll never see each other again, probably.

I don't bite and I won't hurt you.

Maybe I can help you...

Just share your story with me.

I am good at listening to people's stories.

Are you under the impression...

that I want to share my problems with you?

No, I am not.

But I think you have problems.

What kind of problems?

Do you think you have problems?

Can you describe your problems? I think you can't.

I asked: WHAT KIND OF PROBLEMS?

What problems?

Time, Space...

Life and Death.

[SPEECH BY BENITO MUSSOLINI]

"I am an insignificant and not-too-much-unhappy citizen...

of a metropolis we define "modern"...

simply because what we used to know was erased from the facades...

and from the city-plan.

All the superstitious monumenta have been eliminated.

At last, Morality and Language have been simplified and reduced to One!

Millions of people: they don't need to know each other...

even if they share the same Education, Occupation and Retirement routine.

Their life seems to me much shorter...

than the results of the last statistics said.

As I see new ghosts wandering...

in the black-as-coal, foggy streets out of my window -

our night in the woods... our summer night -

New Erinnis in front of my cottage -

which is my homeland and my heart

because in this place everything looks like that -

Unmourned Death, our beloved daughter and ancilla...

Desperate love and gracious murder...

weeping in the mud of the streets..." [A. Rimbaud, "Ville"]

The sun is rising.

"He who wanted to hear will always hear.

Even if he knows he can't hear anymore...

Even if he doesn't..." [S. Beckett]

My father

Why didn't you come?

I did. I was there.

No, you weren't. I didn't see you. I waited for you.

Where?

Nevermind.

Forget it.

What now?

Nothing.

I am scared.

Have you ever been scared? - Sure.

You're laughing...

Why? - I don't understand...

You never finish a single sentence...

When were you scared?

Why?

I mean, Fear is...

Have you ever been coward because of Fear? - No. [titlecard: FRIEND]

Yes.

Fear of what?

I don't know, I'm asking you.

For example: if I held a gun...

a loaded gun...

to your head...

Maybe I'll pull the trigger, maybe I won't...

While I'm deciding whether to shoot you or not...

Would you be scared? Tell me...

Shooting me? Why me?

That's not the point. You or somebody else, it's the same...

I just want to know if you'd be scared.

Is it worth it?

That's what I'm trying to figure out...

That's nonsense. Are you crazy?

Where did you get this gun?

I don't remember. I disassembled it.

I explored it. It's as if...

Why are you carrying it?

Are you in danger?

I need it!

What? - Nothing.

DEATH

STANDING STILL - ALONE

BEING DEFEATED - NEVER

SAMUEL - IT NEVER BEGINS -

IT NEVER ENDS

Translated in English by jandek @ SurrealMovieZ