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Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda

🔰This another collaborative project with Iness on a poem that is a bit underrepresented on the internet but in my mind it's more relevant than ever. The entire shooting took place in a small greek village and I attempted to showcase the life of fishermen in the area. I'd like not to explain anything else about my interpretation of the poem and about the reasoning of my visual selections. Please don't follow my example and share your thoughts. By the way, It's been a year since this poetry project took off on my channel and I can say with certainty that collaborating with people has been one of the most fulfilling experiences of this journey, so a big "thank you" to Iness for contacting me and making this video a reality. Forever Humbled a kid with a camera 🔰Support me on Patreon:   / illneas   🔰Find me here 🔗  / _illneas   🔗  / illneas   🔗  / illneas   🔗  / _illneas   Second channel 🔗   / @akidwithacameraorjustillneas   🔰Communities -  / discord   -  / 2314655172176122   -  / searchingformeaning   🔰References -The narrator is Iness J. Her email. 🔗[email protected] Her Soundcloud 🔗  / fake-plastic-kiss   -The music is this: Scott Buckley - She Moved Mountains 🔰My equipment: I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix G80 https://amzn.to/2uGqmQZ GX80 https://amzn.to/33e5Tye 📷Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens https://amzn.to/2vr9P3N 🔰A few Pablo Neruda books The Poetry of Pablo Neruda https://amzn.to/2PFknmh The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems https://amzn.to/3aeqGqr Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair https://amzn.to/3ilgiAb 🔰Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for a second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a sudden strangeness. Fishermen in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would not look at his hurt hands. Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire, victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing. What I want should not be confused with total inactivity. Life is what it is about; I want no truck with death. If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive. Now I’ll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go.