Señales de una causa personal

 “…paralizados por un error/no previsto en la materia irresponsable/no del todo dispuesta/a coincidir con nuestras informaciones,/o por falta de amor en una incierta sección del mecanismo…”

“…el grito del teléfono/y la radio anunciando una temperatura/de dos grados bajo cero en la ciudad/y, lo que es peor,/que se ha lanzado una llamada al espacio exterior/y nadie ha respondido todavía…”

“...y yo, solitario en este hueco de la tierra/instalaré en la noche/mi cuota filosófica de animal emocionado.”

Máquina de sueño

It's not only my dreams. My belief is that all these dreams are yours as well, and the only distinction between me and you is that I can articulate them. And that that's what poetry, or literature, or filmmaking is all about. It's as simple as that. And I make films because I have not learnt anything else and I know I can do it to a certain degree, and it is my duty, because this might be the inner chronicle of what we are. Because we need to articulate ourselves, otherwise we would be cows in a field.

Werner Herzog