ـ "... إن فى الإنسان منطقة عجيبة سحيقة لا تصل إليها الفضيلة ولا الرذيلة ، ولا تشع فيها شمس العقل والإرادة ، ولا ينطق لسان المنطق ، ولا تطاع القوانين والأوضاع ، ولا تتداول فيها لغة أو تستخدم كلمة ... إنما هى مملكة نائية عن عالم الألفاظ والمعاني ... كل مافيها شفاف هفاف يأتي بالأعاجيب فى طرفة عين ... يكفي أن ترن فى أرجائها نبرة ، أو تبرق لمحة ، أو ينشر شذا عطر ، حتى يتصاعد من أعماقها فى لحظة من الإحساسات والصور والذكريات ، ما يهز كياننا ويفتح نفوسنا على أشياء لا قبل لنا بوصفها ، ولا بتجسيدها ، ولو لجأ إلى أدق العبارات و أبرع اللغات ... " ـ

توفيق الحكيم

Within man lies a deep wondrous spot, to which neither virtue nor vice can reach. Upon which the sun of reason and will never rises. In which the mouth of logic never speaks, the laws and rules are never obeyed, and not a language is used nor a word is ever spoken.
It is a distant Kingdom, beyond words and meanings. With everything is a sheer murmur offering wonders in a blink. From the depths of which, suffice a single tone or a flash of mind or a scent of a perfum, to allow rise of emotions, pictures and memories, a rising that will shake our being and open ourselves to things we can neither describe nor materialize even if we used the most refined of phrases or the most skillful of languages.

Tawfiq Al-Hakim.
(My humble transalation of the arabic text)

Monday, June 22, 2009

Carlito's way,1993


One phrase by Carlito gave me the chokes, some memories persist even if we don't realize it!!


Carlito : Somebody's pullin' me close to the ground. I can sense, but I can't see. I ain't panicked, I been here before. Same as when I got popped on 104th Street. Don't take me to no hospital, please. Fuckin' emergency rooms don't save nobody. Sons of bitches always pop you at midnight when all they got is a Chinese intern with a dull spoon.


Carlito : No favour. I owe you. Favour gonna kill you faster than a bullet.

Carlito : This guy, this counsellor in Lewisburg, Mr. Seawald, once said to me: 'Charlie, you run out of steam. You can't sprint all the way. You gotta stop sometime. You can't buck it forever. It catches up to you. It gets you. You don't get reformed, you just run out of wind !

Carlito : Dave is my friend, Gail. I owe him. That's who I am, That's what I am, right or wrong. I can't change that!

Gail : Everything you learned in the neighbourhood, every instinct you've got won't do anything but get you killed!

Carlito : You ain't a lawyer no more, Dave. You're a gangster now. You're on the other side. Whole new ball game. You can't learn about it at school, and you can't have a late start.

Gail : Yeah, I had a dream, Charlie, but now I'm awake. And I hate my dream.

Carlito : The dream don't come no closer by itself. We gotta run after it now.


Carlito : When you can't see the angles no more, you're in trouble, baby. You're in trouble.

Carlito : Dumb move, man. Dumb move. But it's like them old reflexes comin' back.

Carlito : He's got a bright future..... if he can live past next week.

Saso: What has happened to you? What are you acting like this for? It doesn't make sense that you should hate this guy. Because this guy is you, twenty years ago.

Carlito : Never give up your friends, Dave, no matter what.

Carlito : You just pray to see a face that hasn't changed... one that looks at you exactly as it did before.

Carlito : Sorry, boys, all the stitches in the world can't sew me together again... Lay down. Lay down. Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez Funeral Home on 109th street... Always knew I'd make a stop there, but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought. Last of the Mo-Rican's. Well, maybe not the last. Gail's gonna be a good mom. New, improved Carlito Brigante. Hope she uses the money to get out. No room in this city for big hearts like hers... Sorry, baby, I tried the best I could. Honest. Can't come with me on this trip, though... Gettin? the shakes now. Last call for drinks. Bar's closin? down. Sun's out. Where we goin? for breakfast? Don't wanna go far... Rough night. Tired, baby... Tired...

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