Il Postino Page #4

Here on the island, the sea...

so much sea.

It spills over from time to time.

It says yes, then no...

then no.

In blue, in foam, in a gallop...

it says no, then no.

It cannot be still.

My name is sea, it repeats...

striking a stone

but not convincing it.

Then with the seven green tongues

of seven green tigers...

of seven green seas...

it caresses it, kisses it, wets it...

and pounds on its chest,

repeating its own name.

Well?

What do you think?

It's weird.

What do you mean, weird?

- You're a severe critic.

- No, not your poem.

Weird...

Weird...

how I felt while

you were saying it.

How was that?

I don't know.

The words went back and forth.

- Like the sea then?

- Exactly.

- Like the sea.

- There, that's the rhythm.

I felt seasick, in fact.

Because...

I can't explain it. I felt like...

like a boat tossing

around on those words.

Like a boat tossing

around on my words?

Do you know what you've done, Mario?

- No, what?

- You've invented a metaphor.

- Yes, you have!

- Really?

But it doesn't count

because I didn't mean to.

Meaning to is not important.

Images arise spontaneously.

You mean then that...

for example,

I don't know if you follow me...

that the whole world...

the whole world,

with the sea, the sky...

with the rain, the clouds--

Now you can say etc., etc.

Etc., etc.

The whole world is

the metaphor for something else?

- I'm talking crap.

- No, not at all.

Not at all.

You pulled a strange face.

Mario, let's make a pact.

I'll have a nice swim...

and ponder your question.

Then I'll give you

an answer tomorrow.

- Really?

- Yes, really.

Don Pablo, good morning.

I've got to talk to you.

It must be very important.

You're snorting like a horse.

It's very important.

- I've fallen in love.

- Nothing serious. There's a remedy.

No, no remedy!

I don't want a remedy.

I want to stay sick.

I'm in love,

really, really in love.

Who are you in Iove with?

Her name's Beatrice.

Dante.

Dante Alighieri.

He fell for a certain Beatrice.

Beatrices have

inspired boundless love.

What are you doing?

Writing down the name Dante.

Dante I know, but Alighieri--

- Has it got an ''h'' in it?

- Wait, I'll write it for you.

Thank you.

I'm madly in love.

You've already told me that,

but what can I do about it?

I don't know, if you can help--

But I'm an old man.

I don't know, because...

I suddenly saw her in front of me.

I stared at her,

but I couldn't utter a word.

What, you didn't

say anything to her?

Not much.

- I watched her and fell in love.

- Just like that? In a flash?

No, I stared at her

for ten minutes first.

And she?

And she said...

What's up,

never seen a woman before?

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