There were some great lines and a bit of poetic imagery that I wanted to post here. I'm not sure if these were written by some famous german poet,by Wim Wenders, or by the screenwriter Peter Handke. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these two. I know that they resonated with me.
"Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love. "
When the child was a child...
it lived on apples and bread,
that was enough.
and, it is still that way.
When the child was a child...
berries fell only like berries
into its hand...
and, they still do now.
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw...
and, they still do now.
Atop each mountain,
it was longing...
for a higher mountain.
And, in each city,
it was longing for a bigger city...
and, it still does.
...reached in the treetop for cherries...
as elated as it still is.
...was shy in front of strangers.
and, it still is.
...waited for the first snow...
and, it still waits that way.
When the child was a child...
it threw a stick like a lance into a tree.
and, it is still quivering there today.
when the child was a child, it threw a stick like a lance into a tree...and it is still quivering there today...
ReplyDeleteshoot...I love that. and yeah...you did put it right. it does seem to...resonate.
:)