推荐一部电影《Ashes and Snow》

画面感觉从拍照的角度来说很美，

看得不是很懂；

整个影片用一种怀旧的色调，

唯美的画面，

穿插慢镜头，

引领你仿佛进入诗人的梦境，

舞者的音乐舞剧，

人和生物合奏的优美乐章，

。。。

空灵，静美，悠扬，深邃，

该影片由“The Rolex Institute”资助，这个影片的主页是：http://www.ashesandsnow.org

以下转载自  http://hi.baidu.com/tuiblio/blog/item/b8cb587a7bc881ef2f73b337.html

中文名称：尘与雪
英文名称：Ashes and Snow
别　　名：灰烬与雪，灰与雪
资源类型：DVDRip
发行时间：2005年
电影导演：格利高里·考伯特 Gregory Colbert
电影演员：人
　　　　　动物
　　　　　大自然
地区：美国
语言：英语
影片简介：
　　"Learn to dream with one eye open."　Gregory Colbert

　　也许你读过很多摄影师的故事，也许你看过很多风光摄影作品，可像格雷戈里那样走遍世界，拍下了人、野生动物和大自然微妙关系的经典作品，其中充满着诗意和灵气的摄影师恐怕不多。看看他镜头捕捉到的瞬间——和大象嬉戏印度少女，雄鹰展翅下的缅甸僧侣，同猎豹深情相拥的祖孙二人……眼前这些影像纯净无暇，已存在于世上数千万年。自然摄影师格雷戈里·考伯尔成功地在人和野生动物之间寻找到久违了的爱和信赖，画面中我们找不到恐惧和危险。
　　一部长度为1个小时的影片，叙述了一个男人突然从大城市的日常生活中消失了，没有人知道他去了哪里，一年以后他妻子开始收到他的来信，一共365封（“尘与雪”这个词就是在编号为364的信中提到的）。明年这些信将汇编成书出版，前面将附有一篇考伯特为展览写的专论。
　　影片分成好几部份，有大象、鲸鱼、花豹、老鹰、和山猫等……影片拍摄极美，每个篇章，配上音乐，就像一首诗，人类与动物都没有说话，但是肢体的语言诉说了一切。看著影片，静静的欣赏动物和人类优雅的互动，脑袋中那些假设性的思考也就暂时拋开一边了。

［Ashes and Snow］中英文台词

《尘与雪》
Gregory Colbert作品

此刻，若你到我面前

分成时

时成日

而你的一日，成一生

致象之公主：

我是在整整一年之前离去

那一天，我收到了一封信

它把我唤回到
我生命里开始有象的地方

请原谅我
这一年来让我们之间只有沉默

这封信打破沉默

它将是第一封
我给你的三百六十五封信的第一封

每一封信，为每一个沉默的日子

在这些信里
我将最是我自己

它们是我的地图
描绘飞鸟的徙途

它们是我所知道的
通往“真”的全部

你将会记住每样东西
所有的，都一如从前

在时间的源头
天空满是飞翔的大象

每个夜晚
它们都休憩在
天空中相同的地方

做梦，一只眼睛
却睁开着

当你凝视夜幕上的群星

你正望进，那些不眨的眼睛
它们是象的
是那些开一目而眠的象的

是那些如此以守护我们的
大象的

自我的屋子被焚尽
我把月亮，看得更清

我看见了我的内心
所有坍塌的伊甸园

我看见那些伊甸园
曾就握在手里，终却失去

我看见那些我没有信守的承诺

我没有抚慰的痛苦

我没有弥补的伤疡

我没有放任的泪水

我看见那些我没有哀悼的死亡

我没有回应的祈祷


我没有打开的门
我没有关闭的门

还有，我离弃的爱人

和没有实现的梦想

我看见了全部那些我没有接受的意愿

我看见了全部那些我希望收到
却始终未来的信

我看见了全部那些本可以的
却再也没有实现的

举起鼻子的象
是发往群星的信

跃出水面的鲸
是寄自海底的信

而这些图景
是写给我梦想的信

这些信
是我，给你的信

我的心仿如一座老屋
窗户已多年没有开启

可现在我听见窗户打开了
我记起
鹤群在喜玛拉雅的消雪上漂游

在海牛的尾鳍上休憩

我记起
有须海豹的歌唱

斑马的啸嘶

沙砾的喀哒声

狞獾的耳朵

象的倾摇

鲸的翔跃

和羚羊的剪影

我记起猫鼬脚趾上的卷毛

恒河的流淌

尼罗河上的船航

？？？上升的脚步

我记起在哈特茜普苏德女王神殿回廊上的徘徊

和很多女人的脸

无际的大海和绵延千里的河流

...我记起父亲变成孩子...
...还有那些味道...我记起...
...桃子发出的铃响...

我记起，所有

可我却不记得
我曾经，离去过

记住你的梦想

记住你的梦想

记住你的梦想

记住

我注视那些草原象越久
倾听那些草原象越久
我就变得越可汇纳

它们提醒我
我是谁

愿这些守护者听到我的祈望
我想要和大自然里所有的管弦乐家合作

我要以大象的眼睛去看
我想加入这无须舞步的舞蹈

我想要成为
这个舞蹈

我不能告诉你
你是在更接近，还是在更远离


我渴望看着你脸的时候
所获得的宁静

也许现在，若你的脸能重新浮现

我会更容易地去重现
那张我以为已经失去了的

我自己的脸

羽成焰
焰成血

血成骨
骨成髓

髓成灰
灰成雪

羽成焰
焰成血

血成骨
骨成髓

髓成灰
灰成雪


羽成焰
焰成血

血成骨
骨成髓

髓成灰
灰成雪

羽成焰
焰成血
血成骨

骨成髓
髓成灰
灰成雪

羽成焰
焰成血
血成骨

骨成髓
髓成灰
灰成雪

羽成焰
焰成血

血成骨
骨成髓

髓成灰
灰成雪

鲸不歌唱是因为它们知道答案


它们歌唱是因为他们有歌

重要的，不是记载在书上的

重要的是，是书写在心里的

所以，烧了这些信
把它们的灰撒到雪上

在河边
当春天来临，冰雪消融

河水漫溢
攀上河岸

这时再用闭上的眼睛
重读我的信

让那些话语和图景
如浪花般洗刷你的身体

当你的双手罩着你的耳朵
再重读我的信

倾听伊甸园的歌声...

一页，接着一页，再接着一页

沿鸟的徙途
飞翔

飞翔

飞翔

飞翔...

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Ashes and Snow

If you come to me at this moment

Your minutes will become hours

Your hours will become days

And your days will become a lifetime

To the Princess of the Elephants

I dissapeared exactly one year ago

On that day, I received a letter

It called me back to the place
where my life with the Elephants began

Please forgive me for the silence between us
has been unbroken for one year

This letter breaks that silence

It marks the first of my
three hundred and sixty five letters to you

One for each day of silence

I will never be more myself,
than in these letters

They are my maps of the bird path

And they are all that I know
To be true

You will remember everything
All will be as before

In the begining of time,
the skies were filled with flying elephants

Every night they lay down
in the same place in the sky

And dreamt with one eye open

When you gaze up at the stars at night

You are looking into the unblinking eyes
of elephants, who sleep with one eye open

To best keep watch over us

Ever since my house burnt down
I see the moon more clearly

I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me

I saw Edens that I had held in my hands,
but let go

I saw promises I did not keep

Pains I did not sooth

Wounds I did not heal

Tears I did not shed

I saw deaths I did not mourn

Prayers I did not answer

Doors I did not open
Doors I did not close

Lovers I left behind

And dreams I did not live

I saw all that was offered to me,
that I could not accept

I saw the letters I wished for,
but never received

I saw all that could have been,
but never will be

An elephant with his trunk raised
is a letter to the stars

A breaching whale is a letter
from the bottom of the sea

These images are a letter to my dreams

These letters are my letters to you

My heart is like an old house,
who's windows have not been opened for years

But now I hear the windows opening
I remember the cranes floating above
the melting snows of the Himalayas

Sleeping on tails of manatees

The songs of the bearded seals

The bark of the zeebra

The clicks of the sand

The ears of the caracals

The sway of the elephants

The breaching of whales

And the silhouette of the eland

I remember the curl of the meerkat's toes

Floating on the Ganges

Sailing on the Nile

Ascending the steps of ****** *****

I remember wandering through the corridors
of Hatshepsut and the faces of many women

Endless seas and thousands of miles of rivers

...I remember father to children...
...And the taste...I remember...
...and the pealing of the peach...

I remember everything

But I do not remember ever having left

remember your dreams

remember your dreams

remember your dreams

remember

The longer I watch the Savanna elephants,
the more I listen, the more that i open,

they remind me of who I am

May the guardian elephants hear my wish
to collaborate with all the musicians of nature's orchestra

I want to see through the eyes of the elephant
I want to join the dance that has no steps

I want to become the dance

I can't tell if you are getting closer or farther away

I long for the serenity I found
when I looked upon your face

Perhaps if your face could be returned to me now,

I would find it easier to recover
the face I seemed to have lost

My own

Feather to fire
fire to blood

blood to bone
bone to marrow

marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

feather to fire
fire to blood

blood to bone
bone to marrow

marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

feather to fire
fire to blood

blood to bone
bone to marrow

marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

feather to fire
fire to blood
blood to bone

bone to marrow
marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

feather to fire
fire to blood
blood to bone

bone to marrow
marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

feather to fire
fire to blood

blood to bone
bone to marrow

marrow to ashes
ashes to snow

The whales do not sing because they have an answer.

They sing because they have a song.

What matters, is not
what is written on the page,

what matters, is
what is written in the heart.

So burn the letters
And lay their ashes on the snow

At the river's edge
When spring comes and the snow melts

And the river rizes
Return to the banks of the river

And reread my letters with your eyes closed

Let the words and the images
wash over your body like waves

Reread the letters,
with your hand cupped over your ear

Listen to the songs of Eden

Page, after page, after page

Fly the bird path

Fly

Fly

Fly

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