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0:00:41 > 0:00:44- I'm a man whose world - has always been a river
0:00:46 > 0:00:49- I know the voice of every pool - like a hymn
0:00:50 > 0:00:53- Bells chiming through the fields - and the woods
0:00:55 > 0:00:58- And then the inconstant tune - of the waves
0:01:00 > 0:01:04- But give me the greatest water - in the world
0:01:04 > 0:01:08- From the beginning of the world - until the world ends
0:01:09 > 0:01:11- Not the pleasant tinkling of wells
0:01:12 > 0:01:16- But the shout of waters - that are really waters
0:01:18 > 0:01:21- It falls and falls all day
0:01:22 > 0:01:25- But escapes from its death leap
0:01:26 > 0:01:29- It runs and runs all night
0:01:30 > 0:01:32- But remains there in gentleness
0:01:34 > 0:01:38- And those who bend - and are soaked in its dew
0:01:39 > 0:01:41- They will not go home alone.
0:01:50 > 0:01:51- THE BIG WATER
0:01:52 > 0:01:54- In the beginning was the water.
0:01:55 > 0:02:00- Run here people - from your tidy gardens and offices - from all over the world
0:02:01 > 0:02:07- To where the swallows - skate on rainbows - and the endless wa- - bathes the world in dew
0:02:07 > 0:02:11- Run, - on your shaky heels - in stockinged feet
0:02:11 > 0:02:18- Drop your weapons - your scythe, your computer, your pen - your civilisation's gadget
0:02:19 > 0:02:24- Cover your camera lenses - in case the dew kisses them - and blinds them with it
0:02:25 > 0:02:32- Flock in your taxi cabs, - your helicopters and rowing boats - and you shall s- - rainbow's beginning
0:02:32 > 0:02:36- Run, - from your shameless resolutions - on bombing countries
0:02:36 > 0:02:39- Usurping a president here, - a general there
0:02:39 > 0:02:43- Run, - from your policies - and the emptiness of your prayers
0:02:43 > 0:02:46- Gather around you - cardinals and soulless broadcasters
0:02:46 > 0:02:51- Charge like the Gadarene swine - and you shall see - where the rainbow fal
0:02:51 > 0:02:54- And the gold materialises - from the water and light
0:02:55 > 0:02:58- Followed by the thousand swallows - pure before the sun
0:02:59 > 0:03:02- It has been here from the beginning, - a boiling cauldron
0:03:03 > 0:03:08- Stand in its centre - and step mute and unharmed - back into the lig
0:03:08 > 0:03:13- Run, - and cry: - as the stag bleats - for the rivers
0:03:23 > 0:03:27- # Where is your father, little boy?
0:03:34 > 0:03:38- # Where is your father, - little hare?
0:03:45 > 0:03:49- # My father is hunting - in the forest of the world
0:03:57 > 0:04:01- # Hiding and running, - dusty all over
0:04:08 > 0:04:12- # What did your father see, - little boy?
0:04:19 > 0:04:23- # What did your father see, - little hare?
0:04:30 > 0:04:35- # He saw Jesus ready to jump
0:04:42 > 0:04:47- # And love telling Jesus not to
0:04:53 > 0:04:57- # Will he come home, little boy?
0:05:05 > 0:05:09- # Will he come home, little hare?
0:05:16 > 0:05:20- # He will come home, - when he's seen the world
0:05:27 > 0:05:31- # Shining and summery - or dusty all over
0:05:39 > 0:05:43- # And if he doesn't come, - little boy?
0:05:50 > 0:05:54- # And if he doesn't come, - little hare?
0:06:01 > 0:06:06- # I'll put on his boots - of Spanish leather
0:06:13 > 0:06:18- # And the buckles will ring - as I walk on ahead #
0:06:40 > 0:06:44- "The wretched has yet to learn - That the magic of names and distance
0:06:44 > 0:06:48- Is to 'see the world'" - (Welsh poet, T H Parry-Williams)
0:06:49 > 0:06:55- A young man from Arfon - seventy years ago and more - crossed the At- - seeking a fool's paradise.
0:06:56 > 0:07:02- The names in his head - were like South Sea stars - guiding him b- - from place to place
0:07:02 > 0:07:08- The same names - whisper their promises still - on the unfamiliar ether- - m the world's other side
0:07:09 > 0:07:14- Full of sunshine - and convenient schemes - of beaches and for- - and happy natives
0:07:16 > 0:07:22- Until another lad from Arfon - once again got lost - in the world's qua- - in the very pits
0:07:23 > 0:07:28- And Santa Cruz, Cusco and Ascuncion, - Rio, Buenos Aires and Callao
0:07:28 > 0:07:32- Filled the disused windows - of his brain.
0:07:43 > 0:07:49- This is a song about a girl I saw - on the quay in Rio de Janeiro.
0:07:54 > 0:07:57- The tugs plucked the ship - through the deep
0:07:57 > 0:08:00- And the flags were all a-flutter
0:08:00 > 0:08:03- Of the hundreds there, - I saw only one
0:08:04 > 0:08:06- The girl on the quay in Rio.
0:08:08 > 0:08:11- She waved to them all, - not knowing any
0:08:13 > 0:08:15- In a mixture of laughter and tears
0:08:16 > 0:08:19- She sat, she stood, she tossed - and turned
0:08:20 > 0:08:22- The girl on the quay in Rio.
0:08:24 > 0:08:27- She stroked a white rat
0:08:28 > 0:08:31- On her shoulder, whose eyes
0:08:32 > 0:08:36- Darted everywhere at once, like the - eyes of the girl on the quay in Rio
0:08:38 > 0:08:41- She might have been, once
0:08:42 > 0:08:44- To someone, a Lily or Leah
0:08:45 > 0:08:48- By now there is no-one, - just everyone
0:08:49 > 0:08:51- For the girl on the quay in Rio.
0:08:52 > 0:08:55- And yet, - amongst that irreverent mob
0:08:56 > 0:08:58- There was not one who maligned her
0:08:59 > 0:09:02- Or mocked her hollow 'adios'
0:09:02 > 0:09:05- The girl on the quay in Rio.
0:09:07 > 0:09:10- Who can record the madness - of her farewell
0:09:11 > 0:09:14- Or the fear I felt as I pitied
0:09:14 > 0:09:17- The simpleness of the girl - with the rat
0:09:18 > 0:09:20- The girl on the quay in Rio.
0:09:47 > 0:09:48- COPACABANA CHRIST
0:09:50 > 0:09:56- He's too far away - to cast his shadow - on the naked thighs and breasts- - orship the sun
0:09:57 > 0:10:02- "Senorita, I couldn't settle down - I came here - to the big mountain top
0:10:02 > 0:10:07- Between heaven and the beaches - so I could look down - at Copacabana..."
0:10:08 > 0:10:14- He's too high up - for anyone to notice - the compassion that shines- - Janiny and Angelina.
0:10:15 > 0:10:21- "Senorita, I can smell the rain - rising from the heat that falls - from t- - 'favela'
0:10:22 > 0:10:27- And the prophets' ranch - like the marijuana smoke - sweet and ca- -
0:10:28 > 0:10:33- He's too prominent - for anyone to mistake him - for a celluloid- - from the South Sea
0:10:34 > 0:10:38- "Senorita, you can have a picture, - I won't refuse
0:10:39 > 0:10:42- There are worse pictures - than crucifixion..."
0:10:43 > 0:10:47- He's as primitive - as a cross and nails
0:10:48 > 0:10:52- And the bartering girls - between jewels and seaweed.
0:11:41 > 0:11:43-
0:11:47 > 0:11:50- About a million people - - or 17% of Rio's population...
0:11:51 > 0:11:54- ..live in the 'favelas' - - shantytowns.
0:11:55 > 0:11:58- There are 566 favelas around Rio...
0:11:59 > 0:12:02- ..and planning authorities - now accept they'll never clear them.
0:12:03 > 0:12:07- The current policy is to try - and improve living standards.
0:12:07 > 0:12:10- Favelas have a bad reputation. - Some are dangerous.
0:12:11 > 0:12:15- In 1993, 21 innocent favelados were - shot by police in a botched vendetta
0:12:16 > 0:12:19- In recent floods, 30 residents died - in a landslide.
0:12:20 > 0:12:25- Behind their image lies a close-knit - community with strong family values.
0:12:25 > 0:12:29- They are determined to improve - their living conditions...
0:12:30 > 0:12:33- ..and they run their own shops - and schools.
0:12:33 > 0:12:37- The average favelado - earns 150 a month...
0:12:37 > 0:12:41- ..and is an important part - of the Rio workforce.
0:12:44 > 0:12:46- CHILD IN A PICTURE
0:12:46 > 0:12:50- Child in a picture, - still as the scar across his cheek
0:12:51 > 0:12:54- In his pain, - his face is suffering
0:12:54 > 0:12:58- The little hands rake the dirt - scraping for the strength to survive
0:12:59 > 0:13:02- Child in a picture, - so alone in the crowd
0:13:02 > 0:13:06- But no anger clouds his eyes, - though hurt by worry
0:13:08 > 0:13:12- His hope hides the scars - of his sore skin and brittle bones
0:13:12 > 0:13:17- Child in a picture, - where once was sun - today is a bare prairie
0:13:18 > 0:13:22- A starving land - barren under the tyranny - of our interest
0:13:22 > 0:13:26- And our luxuries - push their ugly dust - into its silence
0:13:27 > 0:13:31- Child in a picture, - today for him is just one minute
0:13:31 > 0:13:35- One second's brittle existence - to pause between worries
0:13:36 > 0:13:40- One cry against the heat - one moment at the edge of history
0:13:40 > 0:13:45- Child in a picture, - filling our emptiness - with bare fists
0:13:46 > 0:13:50- His pain is our dependency, - in his cell we too are trapped
0:13:50 > 0:13:53- Our freedom will come when we say:
0:13:54 > 0:13:56- Child in a picture - happiness.
0:14:07 > 0:14:10- # Strange hotel, pretty eyes
0:14:11 > 0:14:14- # Distant voice in poet's heart
0:14:16 > 0:14:19- # Through the telephone's - noisy smoke
0:14:21 > 0:14:24- # Another city's down the road
0:14:34 > 0:14:37- # Death's shadow, strict metres
0:14:39 > 0:14:42- # Stormy petrel walks the beach
0:14:44 > 0:14:46- # And on the heavy wires, the pain
0:14:48 > 0:14:51- # Of the disappeared comes again
0:14:53 > 0:14:55- # I felt her warm arounds me
0:14:57 > 0:14:59- # Her shy touch gave me a thrill
0:15:01 > 0:15:04- # And I know who sent her wandering
0:15:06 > 0:15:08- # From Wales to the edge of Brazil
0:15:18 > 0:15:22- # Grassy knoll and rounded hill
0:15:23 > 0:15:26- # You know none of this, I know
0:15:27 > 0:15:31- # But between the night - and the starry shower
0:15:32 > 0:15:35- # The language came - like a scruffy farmer
0:15:36 > 0:15:39- # I felt her warm arounds me
0:15:41 > 0:15:43- # Her shy touch gave me a thrill
0:15:45 > 0:15:48- # And I know who sent her wandering
0:15:50 > 0:15:52- # From Wales to the edge of Brazil
0:15:55 > 0:15:57- # I felt her warm arounds me
0:15:59 > 0:16:01- # Her shy touch gave me a thrill
0:16:04 > 0:16:07- # And I know who sent her wandering
0:16:08 > 0:16:11- # From Wales to the edge of Brazil #
0:17:13 > 0:17:17- A protest by the socialist movement. - They're afraid of being filmed.
0:17:18 > 0:17:22- You know we had a war here - over the Malvinas...
0:17:23 > 0:17:26- ..called Falklands by the English.
0:17:27 > 0:17:33- President Menem is now in London, - apologising for the war.
0:17:34 > 0:17:36- We are not against the war.
0:17:37 > 0:17:41- We say the Falklands/Malvinas - are Argentinian.
0:17:42 > 0:17:45- And now Menem's gone - to kiss Blair's arse.
0:17:46 > 0:17:51- We're against that. We don't want - him to be a President any more.
0:17:52 > 0:17:56- We have a terrible economic problem - here in Argentina.
0:17:57 > 0:18:00- There are many people unemployed.
0:18:03 > 0:18:07- There are 4,000,000 people - unemployed in this country.
0:18:08 > 0:18:12- Whatever you see in Buenos Aires - is just a superficial glow.
0:18:13 > 0:18:17- If you go 30km away from here, - you will find a lot of people...
0:18:17 > 0:18:21- ..who have nothing to eat, - children who have nothing to eat.
0:18:30 > 0:18:34- The white outline represents the - 30,000 people who 'disappeared'...
0:18:35 > 0:18:39- ..on government orders. - Some dates are chillingly recent.
0:18:39 > 0:18:43- Augustin Ramirez (5.6.88) - Every Sunday he'd be there - in the San Tel
0:18:43 > 0:18:46- Offering improvised sketches - for twenty pesos
0:18:46 > 0:18:51- To the tourists who traipsed by - with some other land's freedom - heavy o- -
0:18:52 > 0:18:57- And who went with careful dollars - to look for rare books - on Libertad Avenu
0:18:59 > 0:19:02- Miguel Bru (13.8.93)
0:19:04 > 0:19:08- Pushing through the crowds - to curse the Boca Juniors - on Sunday a
0:19:09 > 0:19:14- His shirt bluer than the sky - and his voice flying - like wildfire through the
0:19:15 > 0:19:20- His brother came home without him - on a Sunday full of sunshine - and victory
0:19:21 > 0:19:25- On the Plaza de Mayo - the kids are learning the art.
0:19:27 > 0:19:30- Maxa Maidana (12.7.97)
0:19:32 > 0:19:36- His clothes smelling of La Plata - and his hair full of sea salt
0:19:37 > 0:19:40- Every night Rosata scolded him - for coming home smelling
0:19:41 > 0:19:45- She knew he wasn't playing cards - those nights - when she couldn't sleep
0:19:47 > 0:19:52- She slept fine now - with the scent of southern herbs - on her bedclothes.
0:19:55 > 0:19:58- Sergio Duran (6.8.92)
0:19:59 > 0:20:05- His friends would tease him - because he chose to dance the tango - instead of roc
0:20:05 > 0:20:11- Every Friday night - he wore his costume with pride - and entertained the- - in the Viego Buzon
0:20:12 > 0:20:18- Then danced home in the moonlight - through the shadowy streets: - he's dancing- - .
0:20:48 > 0:20:52- Damian Esquivel (29.1.97)
0:20:53 > 0:20:56- He looked like Dylan Thomas - waiting at the tables
0:20:57 > 0:21:00- And every menu was a reading, - an oral presentation
0:21:00 > 0:21:06- He liked the afternoon shift best: - that's when the buskers and poets - came for
0:21:06 > 0:21:11- To plot the next raid - on the tourists' pockets: - he was at home in their c
0:21:12 > 0:21:17- Names in paint - around a memorial - are all that remain
0:21:18 > 0:21:23- And where the lines of life - wove multicoloured patterns - on the c-
0:21:24 > 0:21:28- A white outline and date - on the Plaza de Mayo pavement
0:21:29 > 0:21:33- Is as final as the shadow - that remains - after the bomb.
0:21:33 > 0:21:35- Recoleta Cemetery, Buenos Aires
0:21:36 > 0:21:41- Welcome to Portmorgueion village, - so far from the troubles - of the living
0:21:42 > 0:21:46- Our houses are of the highest - quality and they really are quiet.
0:21:48 > 0:21:53- The architecture is tasteful, - nostalgic but never cheap
0:21:54 > 0:21:59- The streets are safe and clean, - and quiet like country lanes.
0:22:00 > 0:22:05- There are handy little spots - for the public to watch - the centuries at
0:22:06 > 0:22:11- There's no piping busker in the - park of whistling keeper either
0:22:14 > 0:22:18- If you're looking for someone, - lost in all the commotion
0:22:19 > 0:22:24- There will be someone - with a corpse-candle - to show you the way for nothing
0:22:25 > 0:22:31- You can take a look - through the windows of the famous - when they're all away
0:22:31 > 0:22:37- Nobody in the parlour - with his wife on his knee, - no bottle of wine on the
0:22:42 > 0:22:47- But don't ask the girl there - to dance, she won't
0:22:47 > 0:22:53- Although she too was once - light-headed and quick-footed - on a summer ev
0:22:54 > 0:23:01- Your daughter is here, your father - or mother, so why on earth go away?
0:23:02 > 0:23:07- Welcome to Portmorgueion village, - so far from the troubles - of the living.
0:23:49 > 0:23:53- TRAVELLING TO PATAGONIA
0:24:03 > 0:24:07- Translations by- Twm Morys - and- Geraint Lovgreen
0:24:23 > 0:24:24- Subtitles by- CYMEN