My favourite: Der Himmel Über Berlin

(c)1987
(c)1987

Wings of Desire / Director: Win Wenders/Screenplay: Win Wenders, Peter Handke, Richard Reitinger.

Der Himmel Über Berlin can be watched in Vimeo.

My favourite movie. Wenders /Haendke create with Reitinger a compelling and moving earthly script played by … Angels, one of which leaves his immortal state to feel everyday life and fulfill the man & woman aspect of universal love. It is a profound script that makes one reflect upon  the meaning of life, service to others, love beyond couples, love in couples, longing and character, as opposed to living a life in the vacuum; that is, life in a consumer urban society where  individual citizen conscience has yet to be awakened and our sight freed of the veil covering it.

Poem by Peter Haendke.
Poem by Peter Haendke.

The movie starts with the poem “Lied Vom Kindsein” (Song of Childhood) written by Peter Haendke, of which I quote fragments dearest to me  (German first/ English below):

Als das Kind Kind war,

wußte es nicht, daß es Kind war,

alles war ihm beseelt,

und alle Seelen waren eins.

Als das Kind Kind war,
war es die Zeit der folgenden Fragen:
Warum bin ich ich und warum nicht du?
Warum bin ich hier und warum nicht dort?
Wann begann die Zeit und wo endet der Raum?
Ist das Leben unter der Sonne nicht bloß ein Traum?
Ist was ich sehe und höre und rieche
nicht bloß der Schein einer Welt vor der Welt?
Gibt es tatsächlich das Böse und Leute,
die wirklich die Bösen sind?
Wie kann es sein, daß ich, der ich bin,
bevor ich wurde, nicht war,
und daß einmal ich, der ich bin,
nicht mehr der ich bin, sein werde?

In English:

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms dangling,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Is there truly evil,
and people who are evil?
How can it be that the I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, the I who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

 

The script at the very last scene is worthy of reflecting upon so much. It is a sacred ritual taking place, if we really listen.

As a matter of fact you can listen Wim Wenders speaking about listening in this Youtube video interview.

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