Ditirambo vela por nosotros (1967) - full transcript
DITIRAMBO WATCHES OVER US
"The eye you see is not
an eye because you see it;"
"it is an eye because it sees you."
(Antonio Machado)
In a desolate world,
in a city of madmen,
a wolf among the wolves,
a beast among the beasts,
Ditirambo watches over us.
TWO MINUTES EASTERN WISDOM
DON'T FORGET WESTERN PHILOSOPHY
HAVE BREAKFAST
Some imperceptible effects
of tiny causes
originate unpredictable consequences.
I love you Ditirambo.
I have always loved you.
I am in love with you.
But you won't see me.
You will never see me.
Our love is impossible.
I am locked in. Locked in!
You will never see me.
I love you Ditirambo.
I am in love with you.
I... I am in love with you.
I'm in love with you.
Hello, madam. Hello!
Can you hear me?
Mr STEPPE
Steppe: an inhospitable plain.
Steppe: a neighbour on the 6th floor.
Baghdad hates policemen, journalists,
private detectives
and generally speaking
anybody who searches for something,
just like dogs do.
What are you searching for,
Mr Ditirambo?
Tell me, what?
A woman, through the drain.
Come in.
So, according to your deductions
there is a woman locked in upstairs.
But that's absurd,
the upstairs belongs to me.
It is always locked
and nobody lives there, I assure you.
Nobody has lived there in many years.
A cigarette?
Quiet, Baghdad!
Nobody. Nobody!
A chocolate?
Nobody, I said.
If you have a problem
with your washbasin
you'd better call a plumber.
So you expected to find a woman?
Nevertheless, Mr Steppe,
I'd like to ask you
to come with me and have a look.
Don't you think it might be
a little noise? An air bubble?
Whatever it is...
I must find
some logical explanation.
Don't you think so?
There's no reason
for you to deceive me.
If somebody pays you to have
a snoop round my home, my life,
I'm willing to pay too
to stop your silly investigation
and leave me alone.
I think this cheque is an adequate
compensation for your services.
I'm sorry, Mr Steppe,
a woman needs my help and I must go.
Be careful of Baghdad, Mr Ditirambo.
My dog doesn't like
displays of honesty.
A locked in woman needs my help.
She spoke to me
this morning through the drain.
Let me go into your balcony, madam.
I will leap to an upstairs window.
What did that woman tell you,
Mr Ditirambo?
She told me she needed my help
and that she was in love with me.
But you're too young to understand...
how... how artificial
these things of love can be.
I am in love too, Mr Ditirambo,
with a man I only saw once.
I will never forget his face.
He popped up
in the middle of silence.
I never saw him again.
Mr Ditirambo,
if that woman is in love with you
you must go to her aid.
I know what it means to be
a woman in love without hope.
Doc... tor...
I love you Ditirambo.
I have always loved you.
I am in love with you.
But you won't see me.
You will never see me.
Our love is impossible.
I am locked in. Locked in!
You will never see me.
I love you Ditirambo.
I am in love with you.
I am in love.
It's still the same.
It will always be for me.
Like it used to be.
Why have you done it?
You shouldn't have.
You've behaved badly, see?
I told you: don't do it.
So pretty and helpless.
You should have never done it.
Do you understand?
You've treated me badly again.
You shouldn't have.
You've behaved badly, see?
I told you so.
You couldn't do it helpless. Never!
Do you understand?
You've behaved badly again.
Badly... badly.
But it's still the same.
It will always be for me.
Why have you done it?
You shouldn't...
Who is that woman, Mr Steppe?
That woman is my wife, Mr Ditirambo.
You keep her confined
to this flat. Why?
She could never stay alive
outside this flat, Mr Ditirambo.
It would be more exact though
to say that...
that outside this place
where time stands still
she could never stay dead.
Since that woman, my wife,
is not a woman
but a ghost.
A ghost whose environment
has been properly preserved.
Kept intact at the very same point
when she left it years ago
on the day of her death.
But you have ruined everything
in your eagerness to investigate.
I have another
more logical hypothesis, Mr Steppe.
What's a simple hypothesis
compared to a real dream?
What's the place
of logic in space and time?
I had trapped a ghost.
I had it. I had it!
But you've come
to take it away from me.
Your wife didn't die years ago,
she left you.
At least she tried to.
Probably for another man.
Who?
That time...
she died.
Now she's trying again
to leave me for you.
But you don't need her. You just...
just want the truth
and therefore you will never
accept responsibility for a lie.
What will you do to her
now that she belongs to you?
A ghost set free is like an echo
that can't reach a wall.
It fades away.
Mr Ditirambo, did you find
the woman you were looking for?
- There was no woman, madam.
- I'm so sorry, Mr Ditirambo.
Because, if a locked in woman
had really existed,
a woman in love with you...
THERE IS NO FLUID
If such a woman had existed
you, Mr Ditirambo, would have known
the meaning of the word "love".
OUT OF ORDER
I love you Ditirambo.
I have always loved you.
I am in love with you.
But you won't see me.
You will never see me.
Our love is impossible.
I am locked in. Locked in!
You will never see me.
I love you...
Ditirambo.
I am in love.
You have killed my lie
but haven't found your truth.
There must be however
some logical explanation.
I've got it.
I've got it!
Mr Steppe, I've got it. I've got it!
But behind that eye watching us
somebody conceives sordid stories.
In a desolate world,
in a city of madmen,
how helpless we would be if
a wolf among the wolves,
a beast among the beasts,
Ditirambo didn't watch over us.
END
Subtitles: karaboudjan: 4kg
"The eye you see is not
an eye because you see it;"
"it is an eye because it sees you."
(Antonio Machado)
In a desolate world,
in a city of madmen,
a wolf among the wolves,
a beast among the beasts,
Ditirambo watches over us.
TWO MINUTES EASTERN WISDOM
DON'T FORGET WESTERN PHILOSOPHY
HAVE BREAKFAST
Some imperceptible effects
of tiny causes
originate unpredictable consequences.
I love you Ditirambo.
I have always loved you.
I am in love with you.
But you won't see me.
You will never see me.
Our love is impossible.
I am locked in. Locked in!
You will never see me.
I love you Ditirambo.
I am in love with you.
I... I am in love with you.
I'm in love with you.
Hello, madam. Hello!
Can you hear me?
Mr STEPPE
Steppe: an inhospitable plain.
Steppe: a neighbour on the 6th floor.
Baghdad hates policemen, journalists,
private detectives
and generally speaking
anybody who searches for something,
just like dogs do.
What are you searching for,
Mr Ditirambo?
Tell me, what?
A woman, through the drain.
Come in.
So, according to your deductions
there is a woman locked in upstairs.
But that's absurd,
the upstairs belongs to me.
It is always locked
and nobody lives there, I assure you.
Nobody has lived there in many years.
A cigarette?
Quiet, Baghdad!
Nobody. Nobody!
A chocolate?
Nobody, I said.
If you have a problem
with your washbasin
you'd better call a plumber.
So you expected to find a woman?
Nevertheless, Mr Steppe,
I'd like to ask you
to come with me and have a look.
Don't you think it might be
a little noise? An air bubble?
Whatever it is...
I must find
some logical explanation.
Don't you think so?
There's no reason
for you to deceive me.
If somebody pays you to have
a snoop round my home, my life,
I'm willing to pay too
to stop your silly investigation
and leave me alone.
I think this cheque is an adequate
compensation for your services.
I'm sorry, Mr Steppe,
a woman needs my help and I must go.
Be careful of Baghdad, Mr Ditirambo.
My dog doesn't like
displays of honesty.
A locked in woman needs my help.
She spoke to me
this morning through the drain.
Let me go into your balcony, madam.
I will leap to an upstairs window.
What did that woman tell you,
Mr Ditirambo?
She told me she needed my help
and that she was in love with me.
But you're too young to understand...
how... how artificial
these things of love can be.
I am in love too, Mr Ditirambo,
with a man I only saw once.
I will never forget his face.
He popped up
in the middle of silence.
I never saw him again.
Mr Ditirambo,
if that woman is in love with you
you must go to her aid.
I know what it means to be
a woman in love without hope.
Doc... tor...
I love you Ditirambo.
I have always loved you.
I am in love with you.
But you won't see me.
You will never see me.
Our love is impossible.
I am locked in. Locked in!
You will never see me.
I love you Ditirambo.
I am in love with you.
I am in love.
It's still the same.
It will always be for me.
Like it used to be.
Why have you done it?
You shouldn't have.
You've behaved badly, see?
I told you: don't do it.
So pretty and helpless.
You should have never done it.
Do you understand?
You've treated me badly again.
You shouldn't have.
You've behaved badly, see?
I told you so.
You couldn't do it helpless. Never!
Do you understand?
You've behaved badly again.
Badly... badly.
But it's still the same.
It will always be for me.
Why have you done it?
You shouldn't...
Who is that woman, Mr Steppe?
That woman is my wife, Mr Ditirambo.
You keep her confined
to this flat. Why?
She could never stay alive
outside this flat, Mr Ditirambo.
It would be more exact though
to say that...
that outside this place
where time stands still
she could never stay dead.
Since that woman, my wife,
is not a woman
but a ghost.
A ghost whose environment
has been properly preserved.
Kept intact at the very same point
when she left it years ago
on the day of her death.
But you have ruined everything
in your eagerness to investigate.
I have another
more logical hypothesis, Mr Steppe.
What's a simple hypothesis
compared to a real dream?
What's the place
of logic in space and time?
I had trapped a ghost.
I had it. I had it!
But you've come
to take it away from me.
Your wife didn't die years ago,
she left you.
At least she tried to.
Probably for another man.
Who?
That time...
she died.
Now she's trying again
to leave me for you.
But you don't need her. You just...
just want the truth
and therefore you will never
accept responsibility for a lie.
What will you do to her
now that she belongs to you?
A ghost set free is like an echo
that can't reach a wall.
It fades away.
Mr Ditirambo, did you find
the woman you were looking for?
- There was no woman, madam.
- I'm so sorry, Mr Ditirambo.
Because, if a locked in woman
had really existed,
a woman in love with you...
THERE IS NO FLUID
If such a woman had existed
you, Mr Ditirambo, would have known
the meaning of the word "love".
OUT OF ORDER
I love you Ditirambo.
I have always loved you.
I am in love with you.
But you won't see me.
You will never see me.
Our love is impossible.
I am locked in. Locked in!
You will never see me.
I love you...
Ditirambo.
I am in love.
You have killed my lie
but haven't found your truth.
There must be however
some logical explanation.
I've got it.
I've got it!
Mr Steppe, I've got it. I've got it!
But behind that eye watching us
somebody conceives sordid stories.
In a desolate world,
in a city of madmen,
how helpless we would be if
a wolf among the wolves,
a beast among the beasts,
Ditirambo didn't watch over us.
END
Subtitles: karaboudjan: 4kg