Alphaville

ALPHAVILLE, du Jean-Luc Godard

--At witch moment? Tell me
--Quite often. Last night in the corridor, for instance…
--This time you are lying
--When I said I was falling with you…
--In love? What’s that?

(He caress her hair)

--This
--No, I know what that is: it’s sensuality
--No, sensuality is a consequence. It cannot exist without love
--So what is love, then?
--Your voice…, your eyes. Your hands…, your lips. Our silences…, our words. Light that goes, light that returns. A single smile between us. In quest of knowledge, I watched night create day while we seemed unchanged.
O beloved of all, beloved of one alone…your mouth silently promised to be happy. Away, away, says hate: closer, closer, says love.
A caress leads us from our infancy. Increasingly I see the human form as a lover’s dialogue. The heart has but one mouth. Everything by chance, all words without thought. Sentiments adrift. Men roam the city. A glance, a word.
Because I love you, everything moves. We must advance to live. Aim straight ahead towards those you love. I went toward you, endlessly toward the light. If you smiles, it enfolds me all the better. The ray of your arms pierces the mist.

(Capital of Sorrow)