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I wasn't born here, I am an alien. I speak a foreign language and so people don't understand me. I can only construct simple sentences in this other language. I can say that the sky is blue, that the sea is sky blue, that the sun warms the earth, that my house is painted white, that a lot of things grow in my garden, that the trees get too high. It's strange that people don't understand me when I say such things. After all, Voltaire lets Candide sigh after all his wanderings, while sitting on a bench looking out over the Bosporus, 'Il faut cultiver notre jardin.' In England people say, oddly enough, 'The grass is always greener on the other side of the hill'. In 'Das Lied von der Erde', Gustav Mahler created an impressive lament while all the most ordinary phenomena can be so unemphatically poetic. The rain is a flag that waves above the hills, during a storm it is sometimes not even possible to breathe, I have never seen the wind inside the leaves, I have never smelt the most delicious nuance of white although I find it a beautiful colour. Ruiz de Infante shows Simple Things and lets us hear Artlessly Unaffected Sounds to get this message across without any misunderstanding. A hand rooting in the earth, the clattering sound of running water, an overripe apple that someone nonetheless wants to peel, the grain of a leaf to which a drop of dew has stuck. But then there's a running dog while bells toll and sirens sound, and printed pages are scorched while an explosion echoes in the distance. The image shrinks to a narrow stripe in eternal black and then disappears entirely. Enjoy the moment!
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Erik Daams
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Translation: Marie Danielle Brunet, Claire Mullier, Editing: Laurent Desplands, Music: Francisco Ruiz de Infante, Jesús Gestoso, Voice: Ibrahim Bousso, Production: MJC Saint-Gervais Genève
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