Division: “For: as long as man exploits man, as long as mankind is divided into masters and slaves, there will be neither normality nor peace. This is the reason for all the evil of our time. […] From this division comes tragedy and death. (The Rage, Nous, 2014)
La Rabbia [The Rage] (1963) [Pier Paolo Pasolini [English Subtitles] https://youtu.be/G0WNvx8q4vY?si=RyqVE7UqHwo4NE4d @YouTubeより
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2 秒Rage (1963)
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8 秒A film in two parts The first part is by Pier Paolo Pasolini
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18 秒The second part is by Giovanni Guareschi Two ideologies, two opposite doctrines answering a dramatic interrogation...
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33 秒Why is our life dominated by discontent, anguish, by fear of war, and war itself?
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1 分 4 秒Why is our life dominated by discontent, anguish, by fear of war, and war itself?
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1 分 13 秒In order to answer this question I have written this film, not by following any chronological or logical thread,
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1 分 22 秒but rather by following my political beliefs and my poetic sentiments.
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2 分 21 秒Adieu, we won't foget you, the Russians are too close,
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2 分 27 秒on November 4th, a storm of fire and death descends on a people reclaiming liberty and the respect of being human.
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2 分 41 秒Black winters of Hungary: the counter-revolution breaks out. Back cities of Hungary:
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2 分 51 秒the white brothers are killing. Black memories of Hungary: the bourgeois brothers don't forgive.
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3 分 1 秒Black peace of Hungary: the price of blood for Stalin's mistakes,
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3 分 7 秒the Austrian secretary of state and the customs officers pass over to the anti-Russian side. Black sun of Hungary:
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3 分 19 秒Stalin's mistakes are our own mistakes. If you don't cry "Long live liberty!" with humility,
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3 分 30 秒you don't cry "Long live liberty"! If you don't cry "Long live liberty!" with laughter,
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3 分 38 秒you don't cry "Long live liberty"! If you don't cry "Long live liberty!" with love,
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3 分 46 秒you don't cry "Long live liberty"! You, children's children,
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3 分 56 秒are crying with contempt,
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3 分 59 秒with rage and with hate "Long live liberty"! Thus, you don't cry "Long live liberty"! Hear me, you children's children,
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4 分 9 秒that you are crying "Long live liberty!" with contempt, with rage and with hate!
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4 分 22 秒Black evenings of Paris: the French bourgeoisie makes for the Bastille. Black boulevards of Paris:
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4 分 32 秒its leaders are marching like colonels. Black omens of Paris:
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4 分 41 秒liberty has become a pain. Black noise of Paris:
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4 分 48 秒Bidault already has fascism in his heart. Black future of Paris:
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4 分 56 秒the French bourgeoisie dies howling.
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5 分 1 秒The funeral procession with MM. Pineau, Schuman, Bidault and other deputies lay a wreath at the Arc de Triomphe.
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5 分 9 秒Afterwards the crowd attacks the French Communist party's headquarters and sets fire to it. This snow is last year's snow, or the snow of 1000 years ago,
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5 分 20 秒or the snow before all hope. It is our mothers, our children and grand-children,
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5 分 26 秒our old parents, identical figures following journeys of tears, who are crying.
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5 分 35 秒1943, 1944 These are the years of whiteness, of emigrations.
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5 分 43 秒They weren't gone,
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5 分 46 秒they were still there, with their eternal snows and their hereditary tears.
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6 分 10 秒Sinister summers of Allah: Egyptian patrol open fire. Sinister silences of Allah:
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6 分 20 秒miserable coloured men, open fire. Sinister sun of Allah:
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6 分 29 秒in the name of 1000 sub-proletarian people.
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7 分 7 秒A new problem bursts into the world: It's called colour, it's called colour,
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7 分 14 秒and it spreads throughout the world. One must admit the thought of thousands of black or brown children,
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7 分 24 秒black-eyed children with curly hair on their necks. Other voices,
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7 分 32 秒other glances, other dances, everything will become familiar and will increase the word.
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7 分 44 秒Infinite vistas of real lives claim, with an innocent ferocity,
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7 分 51 秒to penetrate our reality. These are the days of joy, the days of victory.
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8 分 2 秒Men of colour, Tunisia is living its liberation. Prepared by years of misery, of labour and errors.
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8 分 13 秒Men of colour, in hope, man has no colour. Joy after joy, victory after victory!
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8 分 25 秒Men of colour, Tanganjika is free.
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8 分 29 秒A poor liberty which makes Europe smile. Men of colour,
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8 分 37 秒a new African nation is independent.
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8 分 44 秒An elementary liberty with all the road before you which still has to be traveled.
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8 分 51 秒The only colour: the joy in challenging one's own obscurity. Cuba is free. Men of colour,
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9 分in victory, the only colour is the colour of mankind! Victory will demand sweat.
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9 分 9 秒The enemy is among our brothers. Victory will demand terror. The brothers submitted by archaic terror.
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9 分 21 秒Victory will provoke injustice.
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9 分 24 秒The brothers, in their ferocity innocent.
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9 分 41 秒Fighting in Cuba!
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9 分 44 秒Maybe only a song can tell you what it's like "Fighting in Cuba".
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9 分 53 秒Fighting in Cuba!
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9 分 56 秒Maybe only a dance can tell you what it's like "Fighting in Cuba". Fighting in Cuba!
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10 分 7 秒This means fighting over unexplored seas, with the ostentation of savage wars. Fighting in Cuba!
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10 分 20 秒At the present, Cuba is in the world:
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10 分 22 秒Brains in Europe and America are explaining the meaning of the fighting in Cuba.
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10 分 29 秒A ferocious explanation which only piety can make human, in the light of a song.
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10 分 38 秒Fighting in Cuba A crushing defeat for the enemy.
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11 分 8 秒Dying in Cuba!
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11 分 11 秒Maybe only a song can tell you what it's like to be dying in Cuba. Dying in Cuba!
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11 分 21 秒It's like dying in Naples or Seville, with the ostentation of miserable deaths. Dying in Cuba...
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11 分 31 秒At the present, Cuba is in the world:
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11 分 34 秒brains in Europe and America are explaining the meaning of dying in Cuba.
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11 分 42 秒A ferocious explanation which only pity can make human, in the light of tears.
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11 分 51 秒Dying in Cuba Joy after joy, victory after victory!
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12 分Men of colour, from Africa to Cuba! Men of colour, in victory, man has no colour!
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12 分 8 秒In joy, the only colour is the colour of mankind.
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12 分 31 秒Voice of futile humour, of the fear of culture, unchain yourself! The moment has come! Let me hear your sigh of relief,
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12 分 42 秒the sound of daily vulgarity. It seems jazz knows neither frontiers nor limits,
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12 分 48 秒because it unites in a frenetic rhythm men of all latitudes and of all beliefs.
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12 分 58 秒All things considered, Gershwin and Armstrong have defeated Karl Marx. Ava Gardner likes our country a lot.
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13 分 6 秒As soon as she has the time between two films, she flies over to Italy. This year, she came to Rome.
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13 分 24 秒Welcome, Ava! The very beautiful Sophia Loren,
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13 分 33 秒who at the moment is filming in Polesine with Mario Soldati,
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13 分 37 秒has made a visit with the actress Lise Bourdin to a fish-canning factory.
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13 分 42 秒The fascinating star is interested in the cleaning of eels and shows an amused disgust at the spectacle of disemboweled fish.
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14 分 8 秒On the Arno, the four ancient naval republics, Pisa, Genoa, Amalfi and Venice,
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14 分 14 秒evoke a distant period by displaying a naval competition before the President.
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14 分 22 秒In the streets of Pisa and on the quays symbolic figures of the four republics pass in procession: first Amalfi, then Genoa,
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14 分 29 秒Venice and Pisa. Drum rolls, trumpet calls.
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14 分 38 秒Perhaps in many countries, and certainly in mine which is Italy, the capital feels its powers coming back,
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14 分 46 秒the day when it can again start buying. The results, symptomatic,
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14 分 52 秒show a clean, almost crushing victory of the democratic trade unions. Buying a worker costs nothing.
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15 分 2 秒It is sufficient to appeal to the nobility of his heart with a promise of gratitude. He is a good son and a good father.
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15 分 12 秒And he desperately wants to elevate himself to the rank of the spirit, to participate in the feasts of those who do not live by bread alone.
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15 分 20 秒He can be mean, like a faithful dog, the desperate white worker, because he knows,
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15 分 29 秒deep down in his conscience, that he is unworthy.
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15 分 35 秒And in his eyes glitters the light of envy. For a red flag betrayed,
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15 分 44 秒a divine effigy regained.
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15 分 48 秒The obscured conscience does not clamour for God, but for His statues.
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15 分 55 秒The terrible power of the Pharisees consisted in not fearing the banal and the ridiculous.
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16 分 3 秒It is with an astonishing honesty that they perform their rites.
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16 分 8 秒The divine gift of water for progress transforms itself into numbers,
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16 分 16 秒For the power plant industry, the fury of a cascade transforms itself into kilowatts, into power.
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16 分 24 秒Once a year, even the factory owners and the men who measure the natural phenomena, and who are slaves to dividends, become poets.
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16 分 37 秒Yes, the voice of factory owners, the voice of feigned impartiality.
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16 分 42 秒They become poets providing that poetry remains pure form, voice of the immovable formalism!
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16 分 52 秒Form! From now on, the "factory owner turned poet" has as his flag a painting of abstract art:
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17 分the most arrogant form of the absence of the soul. But... these capes, like mountains of gold,
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17 分 6 秒these crowns, like small petrified souls... Who could have told, in '45?
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17 分 13 秒It would have seemed laughable, inconceivable in a socialist future, or even in a neo-capitalist future.
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17 分 23 秒Two million people are crowding the streets of London to see the procession accompanying Elizabeth II of England to Westminster Abbey for the coronation ceremony,
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17 分 35 秒2000 years old.
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18 分 14 秒The young sovereign is presented to the Archbishop of Canterbury who asks her the ritual questions.
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18 分 21 秒Elizabeth answers in the affirmative. She swears on the Bible: "What I have promised, I'll do, so help me God."
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18 分 34 秒Ah, sweet Queen, touching bourgeois wife,
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18 分 39 秒shy even with her inferiority complex and her good manners, which prevent her being natural.
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18 分 52 秒Ah, the reforms, certainly civil, astonishingly so.
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18 分 57 秒But what will be the future for workers who strike for the right to a tea-break?
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19 分 12 秒The idyll is hard, sober, severe: it fears neither the poets' irony, nor the democrats' unbelief.
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19 分 22 秒But time's prison is terrible,
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19 分 25 秒and so is the liberal and unmovable yoke of history. And the people shout "God save the Queen!"
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19 分 41 秒In Chicago, in the imposing Convention Hall,
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19 分 43 秒the Republican delegates are united in naming their candidate for the presidential elections.
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20 分 15 秒The joy of one American who feels himself united to a million other Americans in his love of democracy: that is the illness of the future world!
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20 分 24 秒When the classical world will be exhausted, when all the peasants and artisans will be dead,
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20 分 32 秒when the industry will have turned round mercilessly the cycle of production and consumption, then our history will end.
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20 分 49 秒In these shouts, these immense assemblies, these lights,
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20 分 57 秒these mechanisms, these declarations, these armies, these weapons,
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21 分 8 秒in these deserts, under an unrecognizable sun, like the new prehistoric age.
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21 分 19 秒A warrior leaves, armed with silence, to a place where history is no longer.
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21 分 27 秒Not one of these crying dignitaries will know or will want to know by what necessity and for what reasons
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21 分 38 秒christianity has been transformed from royal religion to bourgeois religion.
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21 分 45 秒At present, the bourgeois bow, with their sub-proletarian brothers, before the coffin of the aristocratic pope,
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21 分 54 秒like on the large square of an immense and sinister nation. Roman tradesmen in mourning,
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22 分 4 秒the people with the epileptic gaze of a gypsy, nondescript Italian bureaucrats.
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22 分 12 秒It is the crowd of the sixties, the ebb and tide of our century, who still need religion,
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22 分 20 秒desperately, to give meaning to their panic, their mistakes, their hopes.
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22 分 34 秒Will there be white smoke for the popes, sons of Ghana peasants, or of Uganda,
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22 分 40 秒sons of Indian field workers, dead from the pestilential Ganges. for popes, sons of yellow fishermen,
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22 分 48 秒dead of cold in the land of Fire? The slow death of the peasant world,
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22 分 56 秒who still survives populating continents, in thousands of swamps, along shark infested coasts,
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23 分 6 秒on islands carbonized by volcanoes,
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23 分 10 秒it will breathe into this white smoke the archaic slowness of its existence.
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23 分 19 秒Over there, in the future, where years or centuries stretch.
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23 分 35 秒Like the cheating father and the grand-father, drunk on delicious wines,
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23 分 41 秒human figure unknown to the world's sub-proletariat, but, he too, cultivates the earth,
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23 分 49 秒the new pope, with his sweet and mysterious smile, like a turtle, seems to understand that he must be the shepherd of the miserable,
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23 分 59 秒because the antique word belongs to them.
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24 分 2 秒It is they who carry, through the centuries and with him, the history of our greatness.
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24 分 11 秒The Pastor, Paganus smiles: Renzo and Lucia are getting married, joy in their eyes.
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24 分 20 秒From now on, even the baroque arches belong to them, and the gilded salons of Don Rodrigo, and the great cathedrals.
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24 分 30 秒"The spirit is the heir to the peasant world,
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24 分 34 秒"and you, be the shepherd of the antique world "which lives in this spirit."
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24 分 42 秒Are these are the words the angel whispers into the ear of this sweet Pope with his peasant and mysterious face?
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25 分 3 秒A nation starting again on its history, gives its people back, first of all, the humility to resemble their fathers in all innocence.
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25 分 16 秒Tradition, that is greatness expressed in just one gesture.
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25 分 21 秒A thousand ancestors have seen this gesture, and through the centuries it has become pure like the flight of a bird,
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25 分 28 秒elementary like the movement of a wave. But only the revolution can save the past.
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25 分 38 秒Lucky are the sons whose fathers were serfs in the clod,
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25 分 42 秒the sons who can say: "My father has often laughed "in his village,
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25 分 48 秒"where his lord and the Zar's burocrats "have starved him for centuries. "The puritanical violence of my laughter,
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25 分 56 秒"the theatrical ingenuity, "of what amuses me in my village, in my factory, "he gave this to me!"
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26 分 9 秒Lucky the sons whose fathers were heroes,
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26 分 12 秒those sons can say: "My father has fought "against the Zar and against the capital. "My freedom, he gave it to me,
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26 分 21 秒"the earth I cultivate, "the factory where I work, "he gave them to me. "The places where I enjoy my youth, he gave them to me.
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26 分 31 秒" I can be proud to resemble him "and to resemble him always."
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26 分 39 秒In a small town in the USSR I want to enjoy life intensely,
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26 分 45 秒I want to do what has been forbidden for centuries and what the youths of my province, richer than me,
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26 分 52 秒have done for centuries. I want to see dances, social events, spectacles, everything the fathers of my ideal have seen,
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27 分 2 秒and not the fathers of my flesh. And I am proud to put on afterwards my poor worker's rags,
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27 分 11 秒in the morning, under the boiling sun of my province, of my village!
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27 分 20 秒Everything the fathers of my ideal have had, what the father of my flesh did not have, and what I desire so much, I want to have it.
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27 分 29 秒I want to acquire traditional culture, I want to own what is beautiful and noble,
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27 分 37 秒what I have been deprived of for centuries. I want to learn with the spirit of a good-willing father,
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27 分 51 秒I want to read like a young father, I want to know with the heart of a religious father.
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27 分 56 秒With obedience, for I am the first educated son of a line of men who had nothing else but callous hands and the bullets of capital in the chest.
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28 分 9 秒I can do it, for the first time in the history of my nation, me, son of the people. And I want to listen to the voice of culture,
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28 分 18 秒of science, of art. Young comrades, I...
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28 分 25 秒I am here in the name of our committee, and I will teach you, eager to learn,
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28 分 33 秒the glories of Soviet painting. And that's what I'll do, like in Stalin's time, I'll do my duty as Cicérone:
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28 分 43 秒"Look how well they are painted, "our mine worker comrades, "our kolkhoz comrades."
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28 分 52 秒This is what I'll tell you. However, something is heavy in my official's heart, who does his duty like in Stalin's time.
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29 分 2 秒It's a terrible weight, young comrades, for it's the weight of truth which exists, even if you don't say it.
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29 分 11 秒These paintings, surely, are full or our ingenuity,
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29 分 16 秒of our brotherly feelings which make life so beautiful and friendly, but...
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29 分 23 秒I am trembling to say it, like a comical character in Chekhov, or a boy talking about love for the first time with his father,
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29 分 33 秒in these paintings there are our errors, we should take them off these walls and put them in the depot,
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29 分 41 秒say good-bye to them, like to a period of our lives. We should start again from the beginning, where certainty didn't exist,
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29 分 49 秒where the sign is desperate, and the colour crying, where the bodies are convulsed like the cadavers of Buchenwald,
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29 分 58 秒where a red banner is floating to the sound of a victory which must never be the last one, because the struggle of the classes is not over yet.
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30 分 6 秒We are not Russians, we are those who fight: Spanish or Italian workers, French intellectuals, Algerian partisans...
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30 分 16 秒We are not in Moskow or Leningrad, but in the factories where the struggle of the classes is fought,
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30 分 23 秒in the deserts of the colonies where the fight for freedom is fought.
30:31
30 分 31 秒Who would say that the profound feeling of liberty is alive in men's hearts with such humble faces?
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30 分 41 秒Humble, like the remote corners of the earth, where one works the earth or plunders it, wearing the rags of the fathers,
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30 分 50 秒humble faces of the sons, born without necessity. However,
30:58
30 分 58 秒behind these faces, of hungry men, bandits,
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31 分 3 秒lies this terrible sentiment which is called liberty in France. A son, among others, who has only one face,
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31 分 13 秒tormented for centuries, the face of a young murderer, a gentle dock hand.
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31 分 20 秒He's left town and, driven by a necessity unknown to him, he walks, walks with his comrades,
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31 分 31 秒arrives in the wooded mountains, and there he arms himself, prepares himself, initiates himself to the new,
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31 分 40 秒to the eternal fight. The bitterness of the trees under the sun,
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31 分 50 秒the smell of the bombed mountain. The hour of combat has come, of resistance,
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32 分the hour of patrolling full of sweat, the hour when the boy yearns for death,
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32 分 10 秒the hour when pity means dishonour.
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32 分 23 秒Ah, France, the hate! Ah, France, the pest! Ah France, the cowardice!
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32 分 36 秒A small plane takes you away to the sky.
32:39
32 分 39 秒And in the sky is buzzing and again buzzing hate, the pest and cowardice. Revenge buzzes in the sky,
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32 分 47 秒France, against whom nobody can say anything, carries the conscience of the whole universe!
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32 分 55 秒It still buzzes in the sky! France, your confusion,
33:07
33 分 7 秒it buzzes in the sky of a nation which draws its force from its humility.
33:21
33 分 21 秒In the sky of Algeria buzzes a crisis which creates death.
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33 分 27 秒Looking for a new liberty, it wants victims whose victory is certain.
33:35
33 分 35 秒Ah, France, the hate! Ah, France, the pest! Ah, France, the cowardice!
33:44
33 分 44 秒A terrible buzzing, idiotic, shameless,
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33 分 52 秒a music which ends with a child's terror and a sob convulsing the world.
35:11
35 分 11 秒On my befouled rags, on my skeletal nakedness, on my gypsy mother,
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35 分 19 秒on my shepherd father, I write your name. On my first brother, the bandit,
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35 分 28 秒on my second brother, the lame one, on my third brother, the bootblack, on my forth brother, the beggar,
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35 分 38 秒I write your name. On my low-down comrades, on my comrades without work,
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35 分 47 秒on my comrades drilling as soldiers, I write your name. "Freedom!"
35:54
35 分 54 秒Oran, the evening meeting.
36:12
36 分 12 秒On the desert nomads, on the Medina field workers, on the employees of Oran,
36:20
36 分 20 秒on the small wage-earners of Oran, I write your name. On the miserable men of Algeria,
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36 分 31 秒on the analphabetic people of Arabia, on the poor classes of Africa,
36:40
36 分 40 秒on the enslaved people of the sub-proletarian world I write your name: "freedom!"
36:52
36 分 52 秒Joy after joy, victory after victory... Men of colour, Algeria has been restored to history!
37:03
37 分 3 秒Men of colour are living the most beautiful days of their lives! Never have your eyes sparkled more,
37:10
37 分 10 秒never have your gestures expressed so much happiness. Men of colour, here's the victory of the whole world's partisans!
37:29
37 分 29 秒Joy,
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37 分 31 秒but what incessant terror in a thousand places on earth and in our memory.
37:40
37 分 40 秒In a thousand souls, war has not ended. Even if I don't want to remember,
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37 分 49 秒war is a terror which does not want to end in the soul, in the world.
38:05
38 分 5 秒Of the ancient world and of the future world there remains nothing but the beauty. And you,
38:15
38 分 15 秒little sister, running after your older brothers, laughing with them,
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38 分 24 秒imitating them, you, the youngest of all little sisters, you wore your beauty with humility.
38:32
38 分 32 秒And your soul, being the soul of a girl coming from modest circumstances, your soul had never been conscious of your beauty.
38:38
38 分 38 秒Otherwise, this beauty would not have been possible. The world had taught it to you,
38:45
38 分 45 秒thus, your beauty became the world's.
38:51
38 分 51 秒Of the terrible ancient world and of the terrible future world nothing remains but beauty.
39:01
39 分 1 秒And you, you wore it like an obedient smile.
39:07
39 分 7 秒Obedience demands too many swallowed tears,
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39 分 12 秒generosity towards others, too many joyful glances which ask for mercy! Thus,
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39 分 19 秒you have taken away with you your beauty, you vanished like gold dust.
39:30
39 分 30 秒Of the stupid ancient world and of the ferocious future world there remained a beauty that wasn't ashamed to show her girlish breasts,
39:45
39 分 45 秒a little stomach so easily bared. That is why beauty was there,
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39 分 54 秒the same beauty the sweet young girls of your world have,
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40 分 2 秒the tradesmen's daughters, laureates of the competitions of Miami or London.
40:09
40 分 9 秒You disappeared like a golden dove. The world had taught it to you,
40:16
40 分 16 秒and thus, your beauty was no longer beauty. But you went on being a child,
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40 分 24 秒silly like antiquity, cruel like the future, and between yourself and your beauty, possessed by power,
40:32
40 分 32 秒the stupid and cruel present seeped in. You always wore it like a smile between tears.
40:41
40 分 41 秒Immodest by passivity, indecent by obedience, you disappeared like a white-golden dove.
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40 分 56 秒Her beauty, surviving the ancient world, reclaimed by the future world,
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41 分 5 秒possessed by the present word, became a deadly evil.
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41 分 14 秒And now, the older brothers at last turn round, stopping for a moment in their cursed games,
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41 分 24 秒leaving their endless distractions, and ask themselves: "Is it possible that Marilyn, little Marilyn,
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41 分 33 秒"had shown us the way?" And now, you don't count any more, poor child,
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41 分 41 秒with your smile you are the first to have crossed the world's doors,
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41 分 47 秒abandoned to your destiny of death.
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42 分 12 秒Dreams of death. Ah, children!
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42 分 23 秒The mothers were monsters, slow fatalities who accomplish far from the world.
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42 分 30 秒We have never existed. Reality,
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42 分 36 秒that is forms on top of the skies,
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42 分 50 秒struggle of the classes, the reason of all wars, subtle forms of cancer,
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42 分 59 秒weapons of the struggle of the classes. Veil of terror which dominates the world, eroding roses of war,
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43 分 7 秒sowed by the classes' struggle. The class possessing beauty,
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43 分 17 秒reinforced by the use of beauty, attains the extreme edges of beauty, where beauty is only beauty.
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43 分 28 秒The class possessing riches,
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43 分 31 秒mingles such a self-assurance to wealth that for her, nature and wealth become confused.
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43 分 39 秒She is so much lost in the world of wealth that for her, history and wealth become confused.
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43 分 49 秒She is so touched by wealth that she credits God with the idea of wealth.
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43 分 59 秒The class of beauty and wealth, a world which leaves you outside.
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44 分 13 秒It's the class of black woolen scarves, cheap black aprons,
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44 分 24 秒cloths which cover the sisters' white faces, the class of christian suspense,
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44 分 37 秒of fraternal silences in the mud and of sombre rainy days.
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44 分 44 秒The class which gives highest value to its poor thousand liras,
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44 分 50 秒and founds on it a life hardly able to illuminate death's fatality.
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46 分 19 秒I ascent to heaven with a heart which is simple and great because great is my nation.
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46 分 27 秒Adieu, world of uncertain fathers and of certain sons.
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46 分 37 秒I fly towards the Occident and my flight absorbs in my generous heart the evil which dominates the world.
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46 分 49 秒Rome liberates itself, viewed from the heights where the moral judgment reigns,
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46 分 54 秒of the obscure incense like a gas being scattered under the wind, of a spirit of pure sentiments.
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47 分 7 秒I fly towards the Occident and my passage is like the passage of an ordinary swallow which announces that May is arriving without doubt.
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47 分 20 秒Over there, a civilization triumphs. Suddenly, I announce agony. In Paris, in London, a human fable collapses,
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47 分 31 秒a great history, with its thoughts and its poetry.
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47 分 43 秒I fly towards the Occident, and my life is like an enemy which invades peaceably the sky.
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47 分 51 秒Washington holds back its fury against the advancing people,
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47 分 57 秒and you can see the surge of love through my purifying flight, even in this hopeless world.
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48 分 10 秒I come down to earth among my comrades of hearts simple and great, for great is my nation.
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48 分 20 秒And I bring with me the conscience of a new sun,
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48 分 24 秒until now lost in the future and conquered today, old hope of an unforeseen love.
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49 分 17 秒I return from the cosmos, comrades. My humble technical experience takes over, presently, that which will be yours,
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49 分 24 秒your enemies', the political leaders' and the poets'. Up there, comrade Krouchtchev, everyone was my brother,
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49 分 32 秒bourgeois and worker, intellectual and sub-proletarian, Russian and American! I know, comrade Krouchtchev, that this was an optical illusion,
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49 分 42 秒and, on the contrary, immense and irremediable is the abyss between us who fly the cosmos,
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49 分 48 秒and the billions of miserables attached to the earth like desperate insects.
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49 分 53 秒Therefore, the roads of heaven must be the roads of fraternity and peace. Telling you this is my ultimate and greatest duty,
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50 分 3 秒because, comrades and enemies, politicians and poets, the revolution wants just one war,
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50 分 10 秒the war which is waged by the spirits who leave to the past the old ways of the earth, full of blood.
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50 分 42 秒END OF PART I BY PIER PAOLO PASOLINI
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