Eternity and a Day

Alexandre, are you coming?

We're going to the island.

- Where?

- To the island.

We're going to dive

to see the ancient city.

Later, we'll go up

to the rock...

and we'll greet the passing boats.

What do you know

of the ancient city?

Grandfather says that

that happy city was swallowed

by an earthquake...

and that it has slept under the sea

for centuries.

It comes out of the water

once a month

and for very a short time...

when the morning star regrets

to have to leave the Earth...

and stops and contemplates it.

And all stops then...

Time also stops.

Time... what is it?

Grandfather says that

time is a child...

that plays dice

on the shore.

Are you coming then?

ETERNITY AND A DAY

Alexandre!

You fell asleep there...

And you haven't eaten anything!

I have a taste of salt...

the taste of the sea in my mouth.

So, this is our last day...

Let me come with you,

tomorrow, to the hospital.

Ourania, don't make things harder...

After all, doesn't everything end

sooner or later?

Coffee is served

in the office...

I've also packed your suitcase.

It's not too full, I hope. It's useless...

You know it well.

Ourania...

Thanks for the 3 years

that you spent here.

Without you, I don't know

what I would have become.

The dog has eaten.

For the last few months

my only contact with the world

has been this unknown neighbour of mine,

who always answers to me

with the same music.

Who are they?

What are they like?

One morning,

I wanted to go and meet them,

but then I changed my mind.

Maybe it's better

not to meet them and imagine them.

Will it be a hermit

like me?

Or perhaps a little girl

before leaving to school

plays with the unknown neighbour.

All passed by so quickly!

This suspect pain...

my stubbornness to want to learn,

to want to know...

then the darkness...

the silence around me...

the silence.

All made me believe

that before the end of winter

with the ethereal

silhouettes of the boats,

and their sudden

breakthroughs in the sky,

with the lovers along the promenade,

in the declining sun,

and the hypocritical promise

of the spring,

all made me believe

that before the end of winter...

My only regret, Anna...

- but is it only one? -

...is not to have finished anything.

I left all as a draft,

shattered words here and there.

Get on!

Where do you come from?

Do you speak Greek?

Do you want me to take you

somewhere?

Hello dad.

What brings you here on Sunday?

No one answers at yours.

I've called for 15 days.

I was worried.

What happened?

I must leave for a while.

I don't know where to leave

the dog, Katrina.

Do you want to drink something?

- There's some coffee...

- I've also brought you

- some of your mother's old letters.

- My mother's letters?

You're leaving, you said?

Where are you going?

You know that Nikos doesn't want

animals in the house.

And your work, how is it going?

My work?

On "The Free Besieged"

of Solomos.

Your third project,

you left it incomplete

after mom's death.

Isn't it what you were working on?

Besides,

I've never understood

how come that a great writer like you

abandoned his work all of a sudden...

to finish an incomplete

19th century poem.

Don't tell me

that you've dropped it too!

I don't know,

maybe I couldn't find the words...

This one has no envelope.

Why?

Shall I read it?

"September 20th, 1966".

My day!

Mom often spoke to me

of that day.

"You were still sleeping

when I woke up.

"I watched you breathe.

"Were you dreaming, Alexandre?

"You moved your hand slightly

as to look for me.

"Your eyelids blinked,

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