L’Avventura

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To feel this way.
I write while in a trance
It also depends on the sea.
Ask Claudia.

My childhood was like a merry-go-round:
She came in and out she went.
I learned as a boy.
We ought to be ashamed

But why paint only women?
Who needs beautiful things nowadays
didn’t you see his eyes?
way out at sea.

Claudia,
shall we get married?
Shall we go for a swim?
that story of the shark… it wasn’t true.

I found these in her suitcase.
the sea, a child, a cat.
Just a small souvenir.
was nothing to her, meant nothing to her.

That girl you’re looking for.
I don’t need to know why
Why have we stopped?
makes me want to die… Drowned?

The sea is getting rough.
Such movement.
Imagine that
a red floor suits a certain room,

To be alone longer:
I’d make you a beautiful portrait.
The sweetest pining I will feel
No, no, you can’t leave me

Of course… the sea…
is like missing a limb.
I had a dream I was swimming.
I’m distraught. The idea of losing you,

Last night I went to bed thinking
We’re in the hands of God.
who needs to see everything clearly.
It’s difficult keeping a relationship going,

Your sensitive little heart races
No landscape is as lovely
My skirt came unstitched,
he notices what’s underneath.

lf I’m not mistaken they’re all nudes.
The sea is getting rough.
Why have I fallen in love
why don’t you say this too?

And what do you feel when you’re painting?
Won’t you leave me a souvenir.
after 30 years of never telling
Summer is really over.

your presence here –
I felt it a little more this time.
To think there were woods
makes me want to die…

My kisses
many volcanoes.
the whole story
It’s harrowing having to be apart.

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Sansho the Bailiff

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I don’t understand it at all.
Your wife and children are in pain.
Even children as young as you
Please take care of them.

You may be too young to understand,
a stubborn man like me.
Isn’t life torture?
Yes, more thatch and soft grass

Go dump her in the mountains.
Cut her tendon so she can’t run away!
Don’t give her to wild birds.
to the vicious waves.

She was found dead by the cape.
with your conscience…
she jumped into the sea?
the big tsunami two years ago.

Who first sang such a sad song
A courtesan?
I see so many flowers.
There are hard roads ahead.

Despite our births,
Unless those hearts can be changed…?
I’m looking for a woman named
Mother!

We can’t all fit in one boat.
if we run away together.
Keep it in remembrance of me.
Farewell. I’ll be praying

Remember, girls.
My regret is that I could not come
Whatever happens, you must endure it.
…as one of the world’s great folk tales,

protect her from the frost.
I don’t want to hear any more.
I’m sorry
You may be too young to understand,

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Wild Strawberries

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to recall childhood memories.
or the waves of the sea.
and a sweet neck.

I’d like to tell you about a dream
I never want to see you again,
No, not this summer.

I have a weak heart.
Nothing that bleeds or trembles.
wherever flowers bloom.

He used to lie in the lilac arbor
His love is mingled with every air.
he’s a living corpse.

you’re always trying to kiss me.
I don’t want to be here all summer
I left him the next day.

How silly to write a song
so moral and sensitive.
I don’t give a damn.

so much beauty,
more forbidding than death.
and I’m sorry you dislike me.

Can’t we share the bedroom
Weeping, giving birth
Today, tomorrow, always.

We act according to our needs.
in the summer wind.
It was raining then too.

Flowers nod, grasses bow
Then I’ll weep and say,
I made the dress myself.

Look in the mirror again.
It’s you I really love, you know.
Come and be kissed on the lips.

I’m not very interested in dreams.
there’s nothing but cold and death
I still have not found Him.

I don’t want to talk to her.
You can see she has been an actress.
Don’t pretend.

There’s nothing about your heart
It’s paint under my nails.
a glimpse of death.

Please come with me.
All will be well, you’ll see.
You are beautiful,

With these simple flowers
his innermost feelings.
holding you tight.

I can’t live without her.
I’m going to marry
Then I’ll weep even more

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In the Mood for Love

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Sorry to interrupt your dinner.
l wanted to hear your voice.
l want to ask you something too.

l sometimes wonder
Am l hopeless?
l don’t have secrets like you.

When you’re single,
Feelings can creep up
Something’s missing.

She has kept her head lowered,
lt’s sad to see her so lonely.
for lack of courage,

l didn’t know married life
a dusty window pane,
the stitches…

you’d fall in love with me.
This is just a rehearsal.
lsn’t it?

l’ve been to see a picture.
l heard voices,
Nothing special.

the past is something he couId see,
what l’d be if l hadn’t married.
He remembers those vanished years.

who made the first move.
l never thanked you
Don’t forget your keys.

Mind how you hang the mirror,
Let me finish writing this first.
And leave the secret there forever.

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The Eel

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Sorry for all the letters.
I fell in love with the wrong person.
I’ll wash your things.
Please accept this, along with my apologies.
Everyone’s living in sin.

I often wondered how I could kill the one I loved so much…
I tried to forget, but these hands can’t.
Sleeping pills and lipstick.
Reciting a sutra between the warm thighs of a woman.
It’s called ‘The hole’.

It’s an 8 year habit.
I just wanted someone to be with me.
Sacrificing themselves,
It only took two stitches.
When I cut myself…

I want to become a part of that blue sky.
No one’s ever taken care of me before. Not like that.
The ocean’s full of dead fry.
Anonymous sperm fertilized them to life
Morning sickness.

If the eel is too short, it won’t enter.
I started to think, what’s the point in living?
She was 31 years old.
Please. I just can’t have this baby.
Call Homicide.

I’ve been looking for you.
I don’t like flowers.
Hold your wife’s hand.
No, I’m more concerned about her feelings.
The blade slashing her flesh…

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Mouchette

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No ashes here.
A couple of dresses
Your heart’s asleep.
You went through the woods?
Don’t lie.
The pain in my chest…
the church clock.
Your mothers dead.
It was a cyclone…

For the priest, they’re in heaven.
With my gun perhaps?
I’ll strangle you.
Have you thought about death?
I knew you hadn’t slept at home.
… as if I had a stone inside.
Remember I gave you a green apple.
The whole night?
We all die some day.

The water turned red.
with perfume and aromatic plants.
You love someone else?
It’s warmth I need.
We’ll make a real good blaze.
There’ll be a heap of ashes
but not the whole truth.
That should be the true religion.
… but now I wonder if I like you

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The Spirit of the Beehive

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Sure, the young ones fool you,
You can’t even imagine.
maddened commotion
of the nurse bees

what makes trees grow
It’s a disguise they put on
Light bothers her.
Six and two is eight

A spirit is a spirit.
of indescribable sadness and horror.
beyond the clouds and stars?
agitation of the honeycomb,

What do you see in the darkness
He can breathe.
The lungs.
Holy souls, we kneel before you.

Everything in the movies is fake.
That’s been my constant prayer
The most poisonous.
ever told.

It’s one of the strangest stories
But you’re always a good girl,
after what we’ve been through
Is it a horror movie?

His heart.
the relentless yet ineffectual toil,
the happy moments we spent together,
and stairways of wax

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