All language subtitles for Genesis.2004.720p.BluRay.x264-GABE

To be alive is to weave a history

between a principle that does not remember

and a end which nothing is known.

All histories
have a beginning.

The beginning of mine
disappears in the limb

I, like all, am lost
the memory of my birth.

I was born the day in which
my mother brought me to the world.

Or the night in which
my parents loved themselves.

And before that moment...

...where it was what a day
would be united to become me?

Where that galaxy was dispersed...

...of thousand and thousand
tens of million atoms...

...that it was going to become me?

To what it plants, what stone...

...what animal, what face
emigrated before being in me?

And before, even, of which
it appeared the life...

...before, even, of which the Earth
formed from the star dust...

...where they were?

Where they were the pieces
of that puzzle?

Something of which existed
already a day would become me...

...in the origin of the origins...

..when the universe left
the emptiness suddenly?

My history is confused with
the history of the universe.

At the beginning of the principles,
in the origin of the origins...

there was nothing.

I cannot say "in that time",
because the time did not exist.

I cannot say "in that country",
because the space did not exist.

Only the nothing.

Dark, blacker than
one night without moon.

Quieter than a tomb.

Emptier than
the bottom of the desert.

Suddenly

that emptiness gives to light a
very small egg of energy and matter.

It is the birth of
the space and the time.

The universe new born
dilates at full speed.

It is swollen like
a gigantic pumpkin.

First, the mass of the universe
is smooth and uniform.

Later they appear the first clusters,

simple gas clouds that are
transformed into the galaxies.

In those galaxies
the stars are born.

Ardent boilers where
all the atoms form...

...that they compose our world.

Those very small grains of matter
disperse like the dust to the wind...

...and they seed the space.

The atoms that
will form clouds...

...the mountains...

...the butterflies, the tigers...

...the flowers and us.

And many more things
than we could mention.

In a corner of the universe...

...like a milk cloud in the
dark of the emptiness...

...the Milky Way forms.

A breeding ground of
three billion stars.

In a remote suburb of this galaxy

the planet Earth is born.

... of the lost rest
by a new star:

... the Sun.

the young Earth burns like
a plate just left the furnace.

At first, the Earth is not earth.

It is only fire.

It is the planet Fire.

Now, the fused rocks
have cooled off...

...and the steam of the sky is
spilled as a deluge on the Earth

...creating the seas.

Rain continues
during million years

The planet fire becomes
the planet Sea.

But the water of that deluge,
that has filled all oceans...

...and it makes flow the rivers
on the still smoky Earth...

...it is not a body
like the others.

It is a chaos without able
form of all the forms.

It is the universal mortar,

the sauce that allows all the
mixtures that favor any combination.

Thanks to this elixir,

the matter follows a risky
way on the Earth.

In these small crucibles
warmed up by the sun...

a species of hot substance forms

the essence of our origins.

The matter tries a new form
of existence...

that the destructive power
of the time resists.

Very small bubbles closed
folded on themselves,...

...that they invent the interior
and the outside...

...as if were closed worlds,...

...smaller than grain of sand.

They are the first buds of the life.

If you drop a drop of milk
in the water...

...you will see appear regular forms
for a moment that they seem alive.

But that is not life.

The form disperse progressively...

...and it is dragged by the chaos.

The smoke even knows to create forms...

...that they vanish as fast as
they have been born.

The life is a form that lasts.

A form in fight against the time.

A form that lasts in spite of
the universal law...

... which it pushes any thing
organized towards the disorder...

... towards the chaos.

And, stranger still...

... a form that remains
similar to itself...

while the matter of which
it is done renews incessantly.

My mouth, my language,
these lips that speak to you...

they have changed cont�nuamente
its cells since my life began.

Hourly of the day thousands
of million of them die

and they are replaced in my body.

Nevertheless,
I continue being I...

... as the river continues
being river...

although by its bed always
new water flows.

We are not beings
done of matter...

... we are irrigated
forms of matter...

... alive rivers...

that they draw up its winding
course in the immensity of the time.

And the life is an eddy that
sustains its own movement...

... time and time again.

The life had all ocean
for himself.

And during three billion
years it was satisfied.

But for a sheep...

...the grass always seems much more
green outside the surrounded one.

And beyond the borders...

... the virgin world of
emerged earth extended.

It was as well as the fish...

... they adapted quickly to
the terrestrial paradise...

... and the animals
with legs were born.

The then Earth was
covered with creatures.

And million of claws, nails
and hooves...

... they flooded the ground
of the continents.

In the water dance with agility...

... in a fluid that surrounds
to you and it drags to you.

To venture itself to mainland
is to change of planet,

the dance finishes,
is necessary to walk.

And the gravity is cruel.

The body becomes heavy,
very heavy

It is the leg with its bony structure the
one that maintains it like an alive pillar.

The world is a great labyrinth...

... full of mysteries and dangers.

Lost in this immensity...

... each being draws up his an
invisible border around.

Within that magical circle...

... in this familiar space
which it knows each corner...

... one feels safe.

If a stranger crosses
east limit...

... the moment arrives
from the combat.

The life has begun fragile
as it foams...

... and one unfolds
on the continents...

... spilling itself like
the milk of a boiling pot.

One plus one equals to three.

The life has a strange form
to make its accounts.

It is as well as it generates
crowds and it makes multitudes.

But before being three,
one must be united to one.

Like two opposed poles...

the foam small barren islands are attracted
and they are based the one with the other.

Thus the love was born.

All we have been born of the love.

We have been born of this
rule of the game of the life...

... that it requires that two
are united to do third.

Each one has only half of
which it is necessary

... to create to another one.

And only there is an average
one to approach half.

To seduce it.

The seduction is a force
that acts at a distance.

Like the attraction of the bodies

It is a powerful call...

... pressing.

Desire, my beautiful desire,
you are corresponded?

One has never seen that the beauty
harmonizes with the impatience.

In the love, the way that winds
is always shortest.

When the lovers know themselves,
they celebrate its encounter dancing.

When the lovers accept themselves,
they are embraced closely...

... as the fire is mixed
with the smoke.

When in the dance of the love
many gentleman concentrate themselves...

... a dispute comes near.

When the lovers are united...
�ahhh!...

When the lovers are united...

It is the love that
removed me from anything.

And soon I had two lives.

One, the one that I lived in
the belly of my mother.

And the other, the one that
I have lived in this world.

From the moment at which I was
conceived until to be born...

... I lived a reduced version
on the history of the Genesis(beginning).

In the beginning,
it was an aquatic creature.

Water stock-market replaced the primitive
sea of the beginning of the world.

At that time, at which hardly
a kidney bean was as large as...

... it had a surprising
similarity with the animals.

At that time, at which our bodies
are modeled little by little...

..we seem all,
like binoculars.

Because we are like water spurt
that comes from same source.

Like the ribbings
of a same leaf...

... the branches
of a same tree.

We are members of
the same tribe.

The great tribe
of the alive ones.

So I was partly fish
and partly frog...

... when still I lived
in the belly of my mother.

With gills in the neck...

... and fins in the flanks.

Floating between two waters in my
soft and flexible aquarium.

Each being is constructed
cell after cell.

Like a great town, with its
streets and their districts...

... while it annoys
tom-tom of the heart.

And the veins draw up in the body
the same figures that the Earth rivers.

The matter tends to the chaos
as the river tends to the sea.

The alive beings we are like canoes,
fighting against the current of the time.

We make traps with time.

But he only knows a way,
only follows a slope:...

... the one that takes
to the degradation.

We preserved our form alive beings
destroying other alive beings.

Our existence is always
the result of the depredation.

Because the life is canibal,
the life devours to the life.

Everything what begins,
must finish.

But, why it would
serve the time?

Who has seen that a river
overcomes until its origin?

Or that a chick returns
to its egg?

The all-consuming fire always finishes
losing the appetite and extinguishes itself.

The raised mountain finishes kneeling
down and extending like a plain.

And the life... The life the other way
around takes the law from the time.

It is constructed, it grown
and it embellished...

... in a world where everything
hurries to a great disorder.

It flees from the calm and
the disquiet, the inanimate thing.

And it advances decidedly....

... like an acrobat
on the loose cord...

rejecting to settle up.

But we cannot flee eternally
from the passage of time.

It is prohibited.

One day my body will
break off the battle...

... and it will give back to the
world the matter of which is done.

This galaxy of thousands of
million atoms that I am...

will die as the stars die,
seeding the space with its matter.

All the atoms that came to dance
in me, will do it in another body.

Three returns, three returns,
and soon will go away.

And they will create
the wings of a butterfly...

... the trunk of a tree...

... the plume of a cloud...

or the hair of an animal.

And I will leave my song there so
that others sing it to their way.