We've come to bring you home
Haven't we, Cassiel?
To cast aside your loss and all of your sadness
And shuffle off that mortal coil and mortal madness
For we're here to pick you up and bring you home
Aren't we, Cassiel?
It's a place where you did not belong
Where time itself was mad and far too strong
Where life leapt up laughing and hit you hear on and hurt you
Didn't it hurt you, Cassiel?
While time outran you and trouble flew toward you
And you were there to greet itWeren't you, foolish Cassiel?
But here we are, we've come to call you home
And here you'll stay, never more to stray
Where you can kick off your boots of clay
Can't you, Cassiel?
For death and you did recklessly collide
And time ran out of you, and you ran out of time
Didn't you, Cassiel?
And all the clocks in all the world
May this once just skip a beat in memory of you
But then again those damn clocks, they probably won't
Will they, Cassiel?
One moment you are there
Then strangely you are gone
But on behalf of us all here
We're glad to have you home
Aren't we, dear Cassiel?
Nick Cave - Cassiel's Song
Faraway, So Close, a Banda Sonora.
Depois de dois anos á procura da mesma, uma alma caridosa vendeu-me um CD em segunda mão em perfeitíssimas condições. O filme, juntamente com o que o precede, foram para para mim uma experiência intensa. A ideia pareceu-me sempre brilhante, e sobretudo, representa o melhor período de Wenders.
A cores ou a preto e branco, que venha a humanidade.
ESTAÇÕES DIFERENTES
"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear."
Stephen King - "Different Seasons"
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Stephen King - "Different Seasons"
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