Texts from
RAGE
a film by
Pier Paolo Pasolini
Translated by
Pasquale Verdicchio
Encounter Between Egyptian and Israeli Troops
Funereal summers of Allah:
Egyptian troops fire.
Funereal cities of Allah:
they yell: independence and socialism!
Funereal memories of Allah:
they are newer than freedom.
Funereal silences of Allah:
Poor men of colour fire.
Funereal sun of Allah:
in the name of a thousand subproletarean peoples.
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A new question has erupted into the world. Its name is colour.
Its name is colour, the world's new extention.
We have to annex the idea of thousands of black and brown offspring
children with black eyes and curly brows.
We have to accept infinite expanses of real lives,
that want, with innocent fierceness, to enter our reality.
Other voices, other stares, other loves, other dances:
everything will have to become familiar and enlarge the world!
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Liberation of Tunisia
These are days of joy
days of victory.
People of colour,
Tunisia lives its liberation.
Years of misery, of toil
and errors are in the making.
People of colour
it is in hope that man has no colour.
People of colour, it is in joy
that the only colour is the colour of humankind.
Liberation of Tanganyika
Joy after joy,
victory after victory!
People of colour,
Tanganyika is free!
A poor freedom
about which Europe may smile.
People of colour, it is in humility
that man has no colour.
It is in joy that the only colour
is the colour of man.
Liberation of Togo
Joy after joy
victory after victory!
People of colour, another nation
of Africa is independent.
An elementary freedom
with the whole road to be trodden still.
People of colour, it is in dignity
that man has no colour.
The only colour of man
is in the joy of confronting his own obscurity.
Liberation of Cuba: Images of Rejoicing Women.
Joy after joy,
victory after victory!
People of colour,
Cuba is free.
People of colour, it is in innocence
that man has no colour.
It is in victory, that the only colour
is the colour of man!
Images of Cuban Prisoners
The victory will cost in sweat.
The enemy is among the very brothers.
The victory will cost terror.
The brothers linked to the ancient terror.
The victory will cost blood and tears.
The brothers are like beasts of other ages.
The VICTORY will cost injustice.
The brothers innocent in their ferocity.
Images of the Little War of the Cuban Landing
To fight in Cuba!
Maybe only a song
could express what it meant to fight in Cuba.
To fight in Cuba!
Maybe only a dance
could express what it was to fight in Cuba.
To fight in Cuba!
It was like fighting on unexplored seas,
events of savage wars, to fight in Cuba.
Now Cuba is in the world:
the sense of fighting in Cuba is explained
in the texts of Europe and America.
A ferocious explanation
that only pity could render human
in the light of the song, to fight in Cuba.
Funerals for the Cuban Dead
To die in Cuba!
Maybe only a song
could express what it was to die in Cuba.
To die in Cuba!
Maybe only a dance
could say what it was to die in Cuba.
To die in Cuba!
It was like dying in Naples or Seville,
events of miserable deaths, to die in Cuba.
Now Cuba is in the world:
the sense of dying in Cuba is explained
in the texts of Europe and America.
A ferocious explanation,
that only Pity can render human
in the light of tears, to die in Cuba.
Celebrations for the Cuban Victory
Joy after joy,
victory after victory!
People of colour,
from Africa to Cuba!
People of colour
it is in victory that man has no colour!
It is in joy that the only colour
is the colour of man!
Victory at the Suez Canal
It is another joy,
another victory.
Victory of the Egyptians
and victory of the English.
Victory of the Arabs
and victory of the UN.
People of colour, it is by being in history
that man has no colour.
People of colour, it is in non-violence
that the only colour is the colour of man.
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