Il Postino1994

Pablo Neruda:
[after reading a poem] What do you think?

Mario Ruoppolo:
It's weird.

Pablo Neruda:
What do you mean, weird? You're a severe critic.

Mario Ruoppolo:
No, not your poem. Weird... Weird... how I felt while you were saying it.

Pablo Neruda:
How was that?

Mario Ruoppolo:
I don't know. The words went back and forth.

Pablo Neruda:
Like the sea then?

Mario Ruoppolo:
Exactly. Like the sea.

Pablo Neruda:
There, that's the rhythm.

Mario Ruoppolo:
I felt seasick, in fact.

Pablo Neruda:
Because...

Mario Ruoppolo:
I can't explain it. I felt like...like a boat tossing around on those words.

Pablo Neruda:
Like a boat tossing around on my words? Do you know what you've done, Mario?

Mario Ruoppolo:
No, what?

Pablo Neruda:
You've invented a metaphor. Yes, you have!

Mario Ruoppolo:
Really? But it doesn't count because I didn't mean to.

Pablo Neruda:
Meaning to is not important. Images arise spontaneously.