I hear your voice all the time...

 

Wim Wenders. “Paris, Texas”. 1984

“… The look and the sound of the voice
They try, they try
The shape and the power of the voice
In strong low tones…”

"I -- I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then -- it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear you. Then -- I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just -- disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice”.


Del olor a la voz, de la voz a la fisonomía, de la fisonomía a la imagen de una idea del espíritu de lo que se fue-siendo que se disuelve y disuelve al resto de vestigios de la memoria. Sobre el estado único que involucra a los objetos del sistema, aun cuando los objetos estén separados espacialmente. El verschränkung de un vínculo involuntariamente imperecedero.