Never Let Me Go

Zilele trecute am vazut filmul asta. M-a emotionat, recunosc. Imi plac povestile diferite, care nu urmaresc acelasi tipar clasic, de dragoste cu nabadai si fluturasi, drame neimpartasite apoi cer senin si happy end. Sunt insa intr-o continua contrazicere cu sentimentele pe care mi le-a trezit "Never let me go". Nu mai cred in dragoste, sau cel putin nu in "dragostea" de azi, poate de aceea si scepticismul crud, insa am vrut sa cred in dragostea lor de oameni incompleti, rupti de viata clasica, guvernati de alte principii... Am incercat macar. Mai jos am selectat doua citate:

"What can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished? The hard reality is, surely, that for the likes of you and I, there is little choice other than to leave our fate, ultimately, in the hands of those great gentlemen at the hub of this world who employ our services. What is the point in worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one’s life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that is in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment."

"Maybe from as early as when you're five or six, there's been a whisper going at the back of your head, saying: “One day, maybe not so long from now, you'll get to know how it feels.” So you're waiting, even if you don't quite know it, waiting for the moment when you realise that you really are different to them; that there are people out there, like Madame, who don't hate you or wish you any harm, but who nevertheless shudder at the very thought of you–of how you were brought into this world and why–and who dread the idea of your hand brushing against theirs. The first time you glimpse yourself through the eyes of a person like that, it's a cold moment. It's like walking past a mirror you've walked past every day of your life, and suddenly it shows you something else, something troubling and strange."

Sincer, cred ca dragostea se intampla undeva departe. Departe poate de sufletul meu si al tau. Departe de incertitudine si ura, invidie si pragmatism; departe de pasi gresiti pe strazi laturalnice, si ochi carcotasi care asteapta sa cazi. Dragostea e poate in afara noastra, deasupra noastra, mai presus de cuvinte, de imagini, de tot ceea ce omul construieste zilnic pentru ca mai apoi, sa distruga intr-o clipa. Dragostea traieste ascuns, confuz, intr-un univers paralel, departe de tot ceea ce am crezut vreodata ca stim sau ca simtim. Dragostea exista dar nu aici, nu acum. Pentru ca, sa iubesti nu inseamna sa spui "te iubesc", asa cum sa traiesti nu inseamna sa respiri. Suntem inca departe de dragoste, dar ne multumim cu cuvinte si gesturi, minciuni care ne leaga pana ne despart. Apoi incep alte iubiri, cu aceleasi cuvinte, aceleasi gesturi poate, dar chipuri noi, inlocuiri pe care le plimbam in locuri vechi, in care se consuma dragostea.

Voi inchide cu o alta replica din film : "The problem, as I see it, is that you've been told and not told. You've been told, but none of you really understand, and I dare say, some people are quite happy to leave it that way."

M.