want to change my ticket.
I'm leaving in two days' time.
- Anything wrong?
- Nothing...
Can you drive me to Bagno Vignoni?
- When?
- Now.
I'll have to let Italy-USSR know.
I'll wait here. Okay?
- As you wish.
I had a feeling you might not
leave today...
What ancestor speaks in me?
I can't live simultaneously...
...in my head and in my body.
That's why I can't be
just one person.
I can feel myself
countless things at once.
There are no great masters left,
that's the real evil of our time.
Our heart's path is covered in shadow.
We must listen to the voices
that seem useless.
Into brains
full of long sewage pipes...
...of school walls, tarmac and
welfare papers...
...the buzzing of insects must enter.
We must all fill our eyes and ears
with things...
...that are the beginning of
a great dream.
Someone must shout that we'll
build the pyramids.
It doesn't matter if we don't.
We must fuel that wish.
We must stretch
the corners of the soul
like an endless sheet.
If you want the world to go forward,
we must hold hands.
We must mix the so-called healthy
with the so-called sick.
You healthy ones!
What does your health mean?
The eyes of all mankind
are looking at the pit...
...into which we are all plunging.
Freedom is useless...
...if you don't have the courage
to look us in the eye...
...to eat, drink and sleep with us!
It's the so-called healthy...
...who have brought the world
to the verge of ruin.
Listen, man!
In you, water...
...fire...
...and then ashes.
And the bones in the ashes.
The bones...
...and the ashes!
Wait for me round there in the car.
Where am I when I'm not
in the real world...
...or in my imagination?
Here's my new pact with the world:
It must be sunny at night
and snowy in August.
Great things end, small things endure.
Society must become united again
instead of being fragmented.
Just look at nature and you'll see
that life is simple...
...that we must go back to where
we were, to the point...
...where you took the wrong turning.
We must go back to the main
foundations of life...
...without dirtying the water.
What kind of world is this...
...if a madman has to tell you...
...to be ashamed of yourselves?
Music now.
I forgot this.
O mother!
The air is that light thing...
...that moves around your head...
...and becomes clearer when you laugh.
The music doesn't work! Help me!
Dedicated to the memory of my mother.