AL DI L� DELLE NUVOLE (1995) CD 2/1
Excuse me.
Can you suggest a hotel?
A good one or a simple one?
You choose. I'll trust you.
There's onejust back there.
Thanks.
I need a room, please.
A single?
Room 4. Any luggage?
I'll be right back.
We met earlier, but you didn't even look at me.
The beautiful thing is that I came here by chance.
Why beautiful?
I was supposed to go somewhere else.
At one point I let the car drive me.
Me, I'm stuck here in the fog.
I'm a teacher. I can't escape except when school is out.
Where do you go?
The city.
I just escaped from there.
Have you noticed nobody watches sunsets anymore?
Maybe it happens in towns too...
but when myjob brings me out to the country...
I'm always enchanted by the sunsets.
I'm a drainage pump technician.
There are lots around here.
My name is Carmen.
I'm Silvano.
Voices never become part ofyou like other sounds.
The sea, for instance. You end up not hearing it.
But a voice you can't help listening to.
It's strange.
We always want to live in someone's imagination.
Maybe that's the secret of being in love.
I like your eyes.
They're so empty ofeverything...
except sweetness.
Which is your room?
The one on the right.
Good night.
Night.
Has the girl in Room 8 already left?
Ofcourse.
She's always up early for work.
Where can I buy flowers here?
Flowers don't grow in the lagoon.
Can you send those to her room?
I'll get some fresh ones.
Did you like it?
It's a miracle meeting you again!
Nothing happens by chance.
- This is Sara. - Pleased to meet you.
- I have to go. I'm running late. - Did I scare you off?
No, I must get to the shops before they close.
Bye, Carmen. See you tomorrow.
Bye.
I've wondered for two years why you left that morning...
without even saying good-bye.
I waited all night foryou.
I've been wondering lately...
why I have such a need to hear words.
Nobody talks anymore.
Eyes are in fashion.
True words are shut up inside.
Bring some out.
All right.
There's a kind ofenslavement that we can desire...
when we're under a spell.
For example, now...
I'm enslaved by your silence.
Do you live here?
Yes, this is my home.
You must be very rich!
It's beautiful.
Another world.
Who else lives here?
A family from Naples lives upstairs.
Are you with somebody?
Not at the moment.
There's always something left behind.
Like dregs in a coffee cup.
My grandma used to read coffee cups.
She knew all about everyone who drank coffee with her.
I lived with a man for a year.
Ten days ago, he wrote me a letter.
I know it by heart.
It's about scents.
Some scents cling to your skin forever.
"l can still smell the scent ofyour skin and your words.
A few nights ago, I went back to the river...
where we stopped last time.
I stayed there...
feeling you close to me."
Words do us good, even in writing.
A woman expects them.
She always does.
Can I help you?
Excuse me.
Sorry to bother you.
May l?
Thankyou.
I read a strange thing in my magazine.
I want to talk to someone about it.
And you picked me?