Children of Men

Ce film m'habite depuis son visionnement et son souvenir restera. Un vibrant plaidoyer pour l'humanité qu'il nous reste, en 2007.

Je reproduis ici les paroles de la chanson "In the Court of the Crimson King" qui a coloré la scène à laquelle la photo ci-dessus fait référence. Elle est tirée du premier album du groupe King Crimson, gravé en 1969.

The dance of the puppets

The rusted chains of prison moons

Are shattered by the sun.

I walk a road, horizons change

The tournaments begun.

The purple piper plays his tune

The choir softly sing:

Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,

For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys

Put shutters on the dreams.

I wait outside the pilgrims door

With insufficient schemes.

The black queen chants

The funeral march,

The cracked brass bells will ring:

To summon back the fire witch

To the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreen

Whilst trampling on a flower.

I chase the wind of a prism ship

To taste the sweet and sour.

The pattern juggler lifts his hand:

The orchestra begin.

As slowly turns the grinding wheel

In the court of the crimson king.

On soft gray mornings widows cry

The wise men share a joke;

I run to grasp divining signs

To satisfy the hoax.

The yellow jester does not play

But gentle pulls the strings

And smiles as the puppets dance

In the court of the crimson king.

Si cela vous parait redondant tant pis. Si cela est poésie, tant mieux. Tout le film est parcouru de scènes anthologiques, il serait fou de se priver d'un tel visionnement. :)