Il Postino Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 108 min
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What's your name?
Beatrice Russo.
And you?
I couldn't think of anything to say.
Nothing at all?
- You didn't say a word?
- Not exactly nothing.
I said five words to her.
Which were?
I said, ''What's your name?''
- And she?
- And she:
''Beatrice Russo.''''What's your name?'' are three words.
And the other two?
Then I repeated Beatrice Russo.
Don Pablo, if--
I don't want to bother you, but...
can you write me
a poem for Beatrice?
I don't even know her!
A poet needs to know
the object of his inspiration!
I can't invent something
out of nothing.
I've got this little ball...
which Beatrice put in her mouth.
She's touched it.
So what?
It might help you.
Look, Poet...
if you make all this fuss
over one poem...
you're never going
to win that Nobel Prize!
Mario, pinch me and wake me
from this nightmare!
What am I supposed to do?
No one else can help me.
They're all fishermen here!
What am I supposed to do?
Fishermen fall in love, too!
They are able to talk
to the girls they love...
to make them fall in love, too,
and marry them.
- What does your father do?
- He's a fisherman.
Naturally!
He must have spoken to your mother
to get her to marry him.
I don't think so.
He doesn't talk much.
Come on, give me my mail.
Thank you, but I don't want it.
- Do you want something eIse?
- No, thanks.
Beatrice, your smile
spreads llke a butterfly.
Fallen out of bed this morning?
I came earlier because...
I saw this.
It looks important.
You're right, it is important.
And then...
there's something else...
I've been meaning to give you
but kept forgetting.
- I'll put it here. Good-bye.
- Wait a minute.
I've got something for you, too.
Here.
It might be useful
for your metaphors.
Is it a radio?
No, but it's a kind of radio.
You speak into here...
and this repeats what you say.
You speak into it
and it repeats what you say?
Yes.
- How many times?
- As many times as you want.
But you mustn't exaggerate.
Even the most sublime idea
seems foolish if heard too often.
Listen.
Good news?
When I was Senator
of the Republic...
I went to visit Pampa...
once every 50 years...
where life
is unimaginably hard.
I wanted to meet the peopIe
who had voted for me.
One day...
at Lota, there was a man
who had come up from a coal mine.
He was a mask
of coal dust and sweat...
his face...
contorted by terrible hardship...
his eyes red from the dust.
He stretched out
his calloused hand and said:
''Wherever you go...
speak of this torment.
Speak of your brother
who lives underground...
in hell.''
I feIt I had to write something
to help man in his struggIe...
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