"The first time we screened The Postman (Il Postino) was one of those unique occasions when we were profoundly reminded of why we wanted to be in the film business. Soon after, another distinct event occurred.
Julia Roberts, having heard that Miramax was involved with The Postman
(IL Postino), arrived at our offices carrying six of her favorite Pablo Neruda poetry collections. Needless to say, we gladly put aside our paperwork to listen to her enchanting poetry reading for an impromptu gathering our staff."
-Harvey & Bob Weinstein, Co-Chairmen, Miramax Films
Poor Fellows
Read by Julia Roberts
on the motion picture soundtrack of "Il Postino"
What it takes on this planet,
to make love to each other in peace.
Everyone pries under your sheets,
everyone interferes with your loving.
They say terrible things about a man and a woman,
who after much milling about,
all sorts of compunctions,
do something unique,
they both lie with each other in one bed.
I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive,
or sneeze as they please.
Whether they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs,
or the joys of amphibious living.
I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,
or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows.
Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.
Hotels spy on their guests,
windows name names,
canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.
All those ears and those jaws working incessantly,
till a man and his girl
have to raise their climax,
full tilt,
on a bicycle.
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And Now You´re Mine
Read by Andy Garcia and Julia Roberts
on the motion picture soundtrack of "Il Postino"
ANDY GARCIA: And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.
JULIA ROBERTS: No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.
A.G: Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away,
your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move
J.R: after, following the folding water you carry, that carries me away.
The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all. |