Calamari Union Page #3
- Year:
- 1985
- 80 min
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OK.
Some matches and
a plastic bag.
You pay these, I paid the hotel.
- OK, Frank.
That was terrible.
You're right,
we shouldn't do that.
They take it all back in
the product prices.
Where shall we eat?
- I'm not hungry any more.
I'll take it back.
- For f***'s sake!
It's a terrible sound.
a hard-boiled egg -
against the bar counter.
When it echoes in the mind
of a hungry man.
His head is a terrible sight, too.
In the shop window
early in the morning.
A dust-coloured reflection.
But he's not looking
at his own head.
Why should he?
No, he's dreaming.
Dreaming of some
other head -
a calf's head in aspic.
Or any other head
good for food.
knowing that the world -
doesn't give a damn
about him.
Nothing he can do
to the world!
one, two, three!
One, two, three!
Three days without food!
For three days he's
been telling himself:
"This can't go on!"
But on and on it goes.
Three days, three nights
without food!
the pastries, bottles, tins.
Dead fishes protected by tins, -
tins protected by windows, -
windows protected by police, -
police protected by fear.
Such a barricade for
six wretched sardines!
I've reached the end -
of one of
that fill my world
The evening air is cool
Daylight disappears -
behind the woods
Nothing can die away
Not flowers, not the wind
Love can't die tonight
My path winds by
And the flowers stay behind
Somewhere the wind -
plays his song
The moment of love
fades from our eyes
I guess it, too,
goes its way
The touch of a hand
Still true today
Goes by like a song...
I want a suit
to match this tie.
From my childhood I can only
remember my mother.
She used to slap me gently
with her big hands -
before putting me in bath.
- Did you like it?
I don't know.
You feel lonely in water,
especially if it's cold.
It's different if it's warm.
Or what do you say?
- Nothing.
You're doing the talking.
Couldn't life go on
without the wind?
It makes everything shiver.
All you see are
unimportant things.
Still we shiver.
I wonder why?
I am feeling sad, too.
We all feel it in our throat.
You know, although I'm still
young I used to be younger.
So did my friends.
I call them my friends -
even though they've
rejected me.
Already then, we were
tormented by fear.
They could've used our fear.
Telling us:
"This is it, we'll bury you!"
And so we were afraid
to run too fast.
What if we'd found ourselves
by an open grave, breathless.
Breathless, we would've
realised that we wouldn't -
have been able to say
anything, no breath.
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