As
I came up the mountain, out of the misty valley into the sun.
The
fire on the cattle range, the potatoes in the ashes,
the boathouse
floating in the lake. The Southern Cross.
(…)
The
Far East. The Great North. The Wild West. The Great Bear Lake.
Tristan da Cunha. The Mississippi Delta. Stromboli.
The old houses of
Charlottenburg. Albert Camus. The morning light.
The child's eyes.
The swim in the waterfall. The spots of the first drops of rain.
The
sun. The bread and wine. Hopping. Easter.
The veins of leaves. The
blowing grass. The colour of stones.
The pebbles on the stream's bed.
The white tablecloth outdoors.
The dream of the house in the house.
The dear one asleep in the next room.
The peaceful Sundays. The
horizon.
The light from the room in the garden. The night flight.
Riding a bicycle with no hands. The beautiful stranger.
My father. My
mother. My wife. My child.
'Wings of desire'
director: Wim Wenders
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