Para o André (que escolheu para título do seu blogue (finalmente!) um dos meus filmes), os haikus em fotografias do cineasta.
Wim Wenders, Pictures from the Surface of the Earth,
Wall In Paris, Texas.
Lounge Painting # 2, Gila Bend, Arizona.
I don’t know
how long it’s been
since anyone has sat down
on those chairs.
They didn’t seem to miss people much.
They were involved
in deep conversation
Wim Wenders defende lugares.
In a million years, when no one will be around any more to even remember us faintly, some of these places will. Places have memories. They remember everything. It’s engraved in stone. It’s deeper than the deepest waters. Their memories are like sand dunes, wandering on and on.
I guess that’s why I take pictures of places: I don’t want to take them for granted. I want to urge them not to forget us!