All language subtitles for Piccole labbra - Little Lips (1978)

LITTLE LIPS

Five years after the horrific war,
which had cost the lives of millions...

I returned to civil life.

The doctors said that I was cured
from a medical point of view.

Before I left the hospital, they exchanged
my crutches for a walking stick.

At home - as they said -
my recovery would progress...

or rather... my pain.

I'm here, Joseph.

Welcome home, Mr. Paul.

I know Franz is talking to me,
but I can't hear what he's saying.

My eyes, my ears,
my senses and my feelings...

they focus only on me
and the surrounding nature.

The valleys, streams, forests, Everything
is part of the garden of my childhood.

I know them all. Every corner,
every bush.

I went back to rest,
to bury a man...

and, if possible,
resurrect a new one

A new me.

- When did you receive my letter?
- This morning.

We barely had time to prepare your room.
We're very happy, that you're here, sir.

- I can hardly believe, that you're back.
- Well, believe it.

And I intend to stay here.

We haven't changed anything, everything
is as it was when you left, Mr. Paul.

Thank you both.

Is anyone there?

He has changed.
He is no longer the same.

He must be happy. He is young,
he will be cured. It's this war.

Who is it? Come in.

Good morning, sir.

Excuse me.

Your breakfast, sir.

Put it on the table, if you like.

He has hardly eaten anything again.
How long will it go on like this, Anna?

Today is the second Sunday
after Easter...

He's been here... one, two, three,
four... with tomorrow it's four weeks.

He can't go on like this.
He worries me.

Don't you think we
should get a doctor?

Of course. But he might be upset.

Who are you? Answer me.

Stay here and tell me who you are.

Are you afraid of me?

- Franz...
- Yes, sir?

- I saw a girl this morning. Who is she?
- Eva? A niece of us.

- Sugar, sir?
- Does she live here on the farm?

Yes sir. Look, Mr. Paul,
she's my brother's daughter.

Killed in war. And his mother,
after my brother's death...

- He ran away with a homeless man.
- As her only family we take care of her.

Here's the strudel, sir.
Freshly baked.

I told you not to make trouble.
But you do what you want.

I've told you several times not
to go into Mr Paul's room.

Yes, aunt.

Can you help me in the kitchen?

I also expect you to promise
and don't forget:.

While you are here,
you must behave properly.

Yes or no?

Good morning.

Yesterday I didn't mean to scare you.
Forgive me if I did that.

I'm really sorry. I had hoped
we were going to be friends.

You play very well.

My hands play well, I don't.

It's not enough to use only
your hands when playing.

- For music you need a soul.
- There is no soul inside me anymore.

I think...

you have changed a lot.

It happens sometimes.

I've seen you riding a horse.

You seemed almost possessed.

So, has the war
changed you so much?

No. I am the same
as I have always been.

That is simply not true.

Why?

What happened?

Let's talk about it.

I can't explain it now,
I have to go.

But I'll be back to
play more music.

He shouldn't have gone out.

Anything could have happened to him
when he went out to the fields.

- He is not the same man.
- I know.

God knows what terrible thing had happened
to him in his head when he was in the war.

Please get my medications.
Two drops in a glass of water.

They are on the table.

Here it is.

Please, sir.

Eva!

Eva!

Where are you going?

Come in!

Good morning.

- Come in, my friend.
- Your shirt, sir.

- Really a very beautiful day, isn't it?
- Yes, sir. It certainly is.

Alone in a hospital bed, I could
never predict my future existence.

Not even the first three weeks
of my rehabilitation at home.

But suddenly,
like in a fairy tale...

they put a small peasant Venus
in front of my eyes.

I was able to call my instincts,
to feel for themselves.

When this spell was
first cast in front of me,

I understood that I had less access
to the pleasures of the imagination.

I decided to share my experience
with her in writing. Day to day.

At last I have found you.
Come, let me look at you.

Come here.

Right. Let's have a look...
Here, take this.

You will look beautiful.
I think it's exactly your size.

Madame, after you.
Go ahead.

That's good. Fine.

Perfect. One more.

Beautiful.

That's it.

Okay.

You know,

now my little Eva,

my life finally has a meaning again.

Like now, being with you.

Do you like it?

It's great, I like the background
of the field.

I have never seen such a
beautiful dress. Thanks a lot.

I'm glad you like it.

How did you know that I
am twelve years old today?

It was easy. Yesterday I looked
into your eyes, and then I knew.

What do you mean, you knew?

I saw in your eyes that
something in you has changed.

You're kidding me, right?

I'll give you a surprise.

What is it?

Be patient, and you will see.

Giddy-up. Go.

- Excuse me, what would you like to order?
- I would like an ice cream.

Ice cream for the young lady,
a brandy for me, please.

Eva...

You know Eva, a young woman
never orders herself.

She listens to the gentleman who
accompanies her, to ask for what she wants.

Eva...

- Eva!
- Yes?

Does my company bore you?

Oh no. But they were looking at me.

There will be many people
who will look at you.

And they will look at you again.
That's normal.

- Why?
- Because you are a beautiful girl.

Everyone here envies you.

But you know,
today you are my little princess.

And I'm not going to
share you with anyone.

Come on. Eat your ice cream.

- Well... here we are.
- Finally.

Ohhh!

It's beautiful.

I had no idea how big
it would be.

I'm glad you like it.

It's great. I really want to get
in the water. Is that allowed?

I would be happy and honored,
if you would go with me. Okay?

Eva...

Eva...

- It's getting late.
- I had a dream.

Me too.

- You have had fun?
- Yes, it was a fantastic day.

I thought you liked it more or less.

I loved it. I would like to return
and return, as I will.

There's a place you'd really
want to know.

- And which one is it?
- Guess. - Well, I don't know.

Paris Eva, Paris.
A wonderful, fantastic city.

It is the most beautiful,
the most incredible city of my life.

One day I'll take you there.
You will be very happy.

It'll be great.

Thanks.

Mr. Paul...

Mr. Paul, your order
has arrived at the door.

- Is the mare ready?
- This is the right time now.

This time it will certainly work.

Well then let's go.

Take him to the stables, Joseph.

Every horse has its day, huh?

- It is a beautiful animal.
- Yes, sir. One of the best in the country.

- I'm impressed. Truly.
- Thank you, sir.

Stop!

- Why are you closing it?
- It's not a show for girls.

I said no.

Eva!

Are we still friends anyway?

- Actually, yes.
- Aren't we friends?

No, not anymore.

Listen, Eva. There are things that
are not made to be seen by children.

Do you understand?

I am not a baby.
You are a man, and I am a woman.

Excuse me, miss.
Am I allowed to smoke?

I don't understand the nature
of this girl's ambiguity.

I feel like I'm a stranger
on the battlefield.

Where lust and pure love fight.

When are you going to Vienna?

I don't know yet for sure.
Maybe in more than two weeks.

- Will you stay long?
- No, just a few days.

- You will remember me, right?
- Forget you?

I could not. That would
really be impossible.

Come, I want to
show you a secret.

Okay.

Where are you taking me to?

Come with me.

- It's raining.
- Come on, let's hurry.

Come.

Why are you suddenly so serious?

I thought maybe you find it fun,
being alone in the house with me.

Yes, it is true.

Aren't you a little happy?
Smile. Try it.

Look at you,
you're completely soaked.

Anna would be
furious if she found out.

Don't worry, we'll be right out.
I'll get you there dry and on time.

Yes.

You know...

I always come here
when I'm a little sad.

And are you sad now?

No. Now that you are here,
I no longer feel sad.

Now I am also very happy.

I'm thinking of writing a story
about how happy I am right now.

The story of a man
who has found a woman.

A sweet little woman.

She rescued the man,
who was desperate and grim.

A desperately lonely man,
after he returned from war.

- Is it your story?
- No, it's our story.

- Have I saved you?
- Yes honey. You saved me.

When I had just
returned from the war...

I found that life
had no meaning.

I thought about it, until I discovered
how important you were to me...

My little Eva.

Eva. Do you want to come
to town with me?

Yes!

Please wait for me,
it won't take 5 minutes.

Okay, I'll wait for you.

26 shillings, please.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

I would like to send the letter
by express courier to Vienna.

How long do you think will it take?

The day after tomorrow, sir.

And how much is it?

80 shillings.

Thanks.

Hello...

You have to look...

Bravo, it's fantastic!

Attention, I ask your attention...

It is a pleasure to announce
that we have something special.

For the first time in this city...

Something that only the crowned heads
had the privilege of admiring...

Come closer,
come closer, ladies and gentlemen...

Don't miss this
unique opportunity...

The FINELLI circus will allow
you to see incredible things.

Come closer,
look at his shackles.

He will throw them out!
You will tell this to your grandchildren.

Do not be afraid or shy...
Come on, come on, ladies and gentlemen!

These chains are made of solid steel.

You heard right: steel!!

I invite everyone to examine
them. They are made of solid steel!

You may want
to investigate them, sir.

See if they are strong enough.
Tight enough.

By simple muscular force,
these powerful chains will crumble.

Okay. Who wants to examine
these strings?

Eva!

You should avoid contact with
people like that, Gypsies and...

homeless.

Since I saw Eva's naked body
I felt hot and pressured...

I was living with an obsessive
oneiric experience.

In which my mind waited
for her to appear again...

And her...

She appeared promptly...

And she showed me the face of
a precocious and cautious girl...

She challenged me.
With a tantalizing ambiguity.

With the eyes of a mature woman.

She invites me to forbidden things.

Forbidden,
only because of her infantile body.

But in this imaginary alternative...

sometimes beyond the
limits of the senses...

but generally imaginative.

I am moved.

To the great sensation of a man
being swept by a strong current.

As if he had a dream
within a dream.

And while I let Eva shamelessly
play with my mind...

Maybe this girl...

understands and accepts me.

Loving me only with
her eyes and her heart.

And me, I choose this life.

The Countess of Normandy,
and our young talents.

It's Professor Schumann,
and his fascinating little daughter.

Professor Schumann is an eminent
critic. His pen is very powerful.

- Hello. What are you doing?
- Oh, Paul, I was just telling the baroness...

that I think the relationship between love and
suffering is irresistible. In every love story.

- I totally agree with your observation.
- Goodnight.

- A very talented young man.
- He has something.

Max always has an
outrageous opinion.

I have read your book,
and I find it extremely expressive.

There is a deep
bitterness in the story.

At certain moments I could
really imagine it.

You are very kind... with your permission.
Thanks. - Goodnight.

- A strange book, right?
- In a way, great.

As you will see, this book contains
no beauty, no content or formula.

I just got back from Paris. The
press here is completely wrong.

The French have not
lost sight of elegance.

The chest covered in this year,
and then the short hair...

And the color of
the shoes are purple.

Excuse me. Where were we? Oh yeah.
There is something I wanted to say.

There is a young woman, a journalist,
who has asked to meet you.

I can't help it.

I know,
but she is very influential.

She is very entertaining, and
this will give importance to her work.

She is very interested.

She was seen in interesting
debates. She is very popular.

She is popular. You will agree
with me that you will see her later.

Sir, there is someone who
wants to talk to you. - Okay.

Lupus in Tabula.

This is definitely a surprise.

Didn't you plan
to stay longer in Vienna?

Yes, that's true, but...

I see that in this city people say only those
things that Proust would say in the afternoon.

I just have to look at the Viennese
salons... to give me a taste of country life.

I look forward to my departure.

I am going through a very
different season in my life, Mr. Bauer.

I have no interest
in worldly affairs.

Believe it or not, I get it.

- But please don't lose your inspiration.
- Impossible.

That's how she learned to love him,
like a girl who makes him happy...

with just her eyes and thoughts

And he, who could give her anything else,
chose to give her his life.

Nature defeated him and bowed his head.

Swab.

It is a miracle
that he is still alive.

Yes, but maybe he doesn't know
how to appreciate this miracle.

Since he will never be a man again.

Eva?

Eva?

Eva?

Eva?

Eva?

"But the nature that he had
lost ended up killing him."