jorgen leth - andy warhol

Título: Andy Warhol
Director: Jørgen Leth
Año: 1982
Duración: 04:15
Color: Color
País: USA

Extracto de 66 Scenes from America, de Jørgen Leth, cineasta danés autor de Haiti. Untitled y colega de Lars von Trier con quien codirigió 5 condiciones en 2003. El documento forma parte de un retrato de la América de los ochenta que el realizador rodó con la ayuda de Dan Holmberg, al mando de la fotografía, y que rompió moldes y muchos tópicos del género documental con su peculiar narrativa y su manera, muy personal, de abordar personas, momentos y lugares.

larga vida al dios Homero

roses from my graveyard

I would have preferred to leave death roses in your graveyard

That know that you burnt all the ones I have in mine.

I’m not wishing your dead,

I just Don`t want you to breath the same air I breath

I’m not saying I’m not alive,

I’m just saying that you broke my heart with a bunch of lies.

And if you look at my eyes,

You’ll only see a deep black hole inside,

And if what you see are tears

They are not just in your dreams

They are waterfalls I dropped

Because you cut down my wings.

Without mercy you broke my heart

And a knife you threw in my back,

Steal my eyes, I beg you, please

I don’t want to see how you give me your final kiss.

I didn’t want to die,

Did you thing that was a fucking lie?

I’m not you, you’re not me

This entire shit isn’t just a simple story

The pain I feel inside

It’s a big as Shakespeare’s sad heart

 

 

Another one

 

When you lose hope in yourself

You stop believing in who surrounds you

You don’t think anymore in success

You stop needing love

It is not a prophesy

It is not a statement

It is fashion maybe

Or simply it’s just you

What else can it be?

Did I stop believing?

My tradition is lost

Do I have a religion?

Stop doing this to me

I don’t want to get out

Family???

What is that?

What should I do?

indecision

quisiera poder creer en mi corazon

quisiera que tu mirada fuera mia

quisiera que mis palabras fueran mas dulces

quisiera que tus oidos fueran mas amables

tantas cosas que quisiera pero todas son de ti

que la soledad ya no es una compañera

que el frio ya no es una opcion

que el respirar no es tan facil ya

paris ya no es paris sin ti

que mi alma se esconde tras mi sombra

mi sombra se esconde tras tu recuerdo

y tu recuerdo atormenta mis deseos