Seeing, looking - they are nothing unless you enter people's heart.

The eyes are the entrance to the heart.

Because that's where truth, obscured by image, comes from.

I saw very well, once, you know.

Then, because of a very banal blow on the head, I was able to

become totally blind and to enter a new world,

the world of exaltaion, emotions, sounds, smells...

But also of my being within a body I do not see any longer.

And often, I'm not even quite sure where it is.

Artù, let's shut the last one and we'll be done.

So...

First the inside flaps...

Scotch tape is here.

Artù, you bet I make it at the first go?

No.

She sings: Coming Round Again

Song: Coming Round Again

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(voice synthesis) I miss you a lot too.

This morning I went to the beach, it seemed I was smelling your perfume.

I turned round abruptly, and for an instant I had the illusion that ou were here.

(voice synthesis) I was on the other side of the world, Lauda.

(voice synthesis) It's difficult for me too, I feel I can't manage

to give you what you need.

I want to hear the sound of your voice.

Can we hear each other by phone?

She's not here yet. You know what?

I'll finish the audio book I started three days ago.

Rather than an audio book, it's one of the old radio dramas made by RAI

before it became the slave of the government.

Did I tell you that, Artù? It's called "The Glass Menagerie".

Written by Tennessee Williams, an American playwright.

The main character limps, and instead of going

to the typing lessons her mother registered her for,

she spends all her time in the park or at the movies.

Happy she. Her name is Laura, eh?

Do you understand what nice couple we are, I and this Laura?

She limps, and I'm blind.

"Glass menagerie", because of the glass knickknacks she keeps on her coffee table.

Another coincidence. I hadn't noticed it!

Artù, let's go and listen how this story ends. Let's go.

You teach him to say "Sorry, please, thank you."

Behave, Artù.

Is it your car? Don't you know parking on the pedestrian crossing is forbidden?

You went to the tobacconist's for a minute? And thus you are justified?

You mustn't park on the pedestrian crossing.

The dog is trained to guide me to the pedestrian crossing.

If you cover them with your car, tell me what it can see?

And what should I do? Stay here for the whole day because you must go to the tobacconist's for a minute?

And what if a wheelchair must get by? How can the person manage?

I am exaggerating?

It's nothing?

Putting the helmet on ten minutes before the accident

that changes your life... Food for thought.

I put it on exactly ten minutes before I flew off.

I'd just taken it out of the box.

I was shutting and... LOUD NOISES

LOUD RHYTHMICAL MUSIC

I can no longer go out when I want to.

I can no longer decide: "I'm fed up, I'm leaving."

I can no longer read with my eyes

a good novel, but neither an ad for a washing-up liquid.

And no text-to-speech will read me the things I wrote by hand.

I won't be able to see Rome anymore... And here I should stop.

What else do you want to say? Rome....

I never missed an exhibition.

Escher, Dalì, Artemisia Gentileschi.

Caravaggio... And who can forget those bodies.

Those lines, those colors...

Those emotions.

I'd enter a church, or a museum, and I lost myself in all this beauty.

I lost myself.

(With a Roman accent:) Are we making a comedy? Are you joking?

Artù, let's make a comedy! And how should I call it?

Why can't I call it a comedy?

Theater show or drama?

We might as well call it a tragedy.

Crisis - equals - danger.

Crisis - equals - opportunity.

Crisis - equals - danger. Crisis - equals - opportunity.

LOUD RHYTHMICAL MUSIC

Are you calling me about the insurance?

No, I don't intend to meet you, I don't live in Rome anymore.

How dare you call me? After such a long time!

I thought a lot about you too, you know?

I thought about you and your white Mercedes.

Every day, for all these years, your white Mercedes greets me.

Every morning, you know?

But what are you doing? You're crying? I haven't cried for a long time.

And in an instant life... Your life, mine....

can change.

Forever.

But without life

which gave me so much

Song: Gracias a la vida

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Good night, everybody, and thanks for being here.

I hope you enjoyed the show.

I'd like to thank Elena, who was excellent.

Subtitles by CulturAbile Onlus