I am Tonino Guerra. I write poems, novels.
I have written many scripts, including Fellini's films.
Now I'm sitting on a couch in his dining room, in Rome.
He had drawn me this way.
This night I had an unbelievable dream.
I had a dream about characters that Fellini had drawn for his films.
All of them are embarking the ship to take a long journey.
But the most unusual thing is that lawyer from Rimini...
Remember Amarcord? He was always with his bicycle...
...he had my voice.
This woman is flighty
Like a feather in the wind,
She changes her voice
and her mind
All of you certainly understand that we have a lot of merits,
at least because we all are the work of maestro's hand and imagination.
This air that we breathe, standing on the deck of a going ship,
nobody can appreciate it better that me.
You feel like you breathe it not only with your lungs, by also your eyes.
I noticed that on this journey
maestro surrounded his Giulietta with a special love.
Now he's occupied with trying different character's costumes on her.
It is well known, that maestro
had a very ironic attitude towards some piquant subjects.
Just in case, I advise to cover children's eyes,
when I rise my hand like this.
And now is just one of such cases.
The atmosphere is delightful.
Somebody's swimming in the pool, somebody's diving.
Somebody's taking a sun-bath, far away from all worries.
From time to time Fellini looked through his spyglass.
Once he saw an amazing ship.
I bet it was battleship Potemkin.
And aboard it were Eisenstein's drawn characters.
The night is coming, full of secrets and elusive wishes.
Have you noticed that ladies
are so earnest about the forthcoming celebration?
The music will complete it.
Bodies, ready to get free from the captivity of clothes,
will be set in motion.
I must confess, I always thought that sometimes
you need to get everything out of your head,
and only follow the aroma of desire.
How many times we dreamed about a distand island in a warm sea,
with palms and bananas, yellow sand beaches,
where water murmurs softly at your feet.
The island where you can move away from all everyday worries.
The only thing I can't understand
is why the great Maestro hasn't gone ashore with us.
I wouldn't like to think that he's planning a new journey,
to another, totally distant island.
Translation/Subtitles: ID-Boris @ Karagarga