The first theme for Il Postino is that love is faithful. I say this because through out the movie, everyone in a way sort of stayed 'faithful' to each other. For example Beatrice stayed faithful to Mario during their courtship. She could have gone with the other man who was writing her poems, but she didn’t, even though he was probably richer. She also stayed faithful to Mario after he died because she didn’t really go off and marry someone else. Another example would be how Mario stayed faithful to Pablo. When everyone else said that he forgot about them Mario didn’t believe it. He knew Pablo really did care about them and didn’t let anyone elses thoughts phase that.

The second theme for Il Postino would be everyone, no matter where they come from, can be friends. I say this because Mario and Pablo are both from different classes, but they became great friends. We know they're from different classes because of the way they dress and also based on where they love and their occupations. Mario came from a family of fishermen and he is a delivery man. He also dresses in darker colors. Pablo is a poet, and usually he wears very light colors. He also has better living conditions. Mario and Pablo come from two different worlds but they managed to become great friends.

The third theme would have to be that poetry lives in everyone. Mario is your average Joe and no one would've guessed that he would be able to write poetry. But they soon find out that he is in fact a very talented poet. At the beginning he didn’t even know what a metaphor was, but later on he manged to win the heart of the girl of his dreams with metaphors.


I kind of did like this movie. I liked the messages it was trying to send through, but I didnt like its slow pace. I think it would be a pretty good movie if they remade it, and also if they made Mario more attractive. Also I think it would've been easier to pay attention if the movie was in English. But overall it was a good movie.

1. He is comparing wine to a girl that he likes.
2. He stops talking about the wine & starts comparing it to a woman.
3. The title is Ode to Wine, but really i think its ode to a woman.
4. The theme is about beauty being abundant in everything.
5. -My darling, suddenly the line of your hip becomes the brimming curve of the wine goblet: Metaphor. He's comparing her hips to the wine goblet.
-Your breast is the grape cluster: Metaphor. Hes comparing her breast to a cluster of grapes.
-Your nipples are the grapes: Metaphor. He's comparing her nipples to a grape.
6. I don't think there is a hidden inside meaning.
7. There doesn't really seem to be any kind of conflict.

Cherish. I cherish your beauty

Upon which others look

With envy

With desire

With admiration

With love

With wholesomeness

With hopelessness

Cherish. I cherish your benevolent smile

So big and bright

Tilting up

At each corner

Two deep indents

On each cheek

Teeth showing

As white as

The moon

As straight as

An arrow

Lined up

Even

Cherish. I cherish your lips

So full and lush

As ripe as

Apples in

The summer

As red and

As juicy

As round and sweet

As strawberries

In spring

Cherish. I cherish your eyes

As luminous and captivating

Capturing and putting all end

To heart

Glittering in moonlight

Radiant in sun

So vibrant

Cherish. I cherish your hair

The silken strands

So full and rich

Falling in dark waves

Like water

Rippling

On the river

Lifting in

The wind

Like a feather

Flowing soft

Light

Through air

Cherish. I cherish your skin

So soft

Like the cream

Spread on top of

Full bellies

Golden

Like fur

Like the sun

Rising, then setting

Cherish. I cherish your step

Quiet

Like rain

Dripping

Rhythms

Beating like

Small drums

Big steps

Little steps

Closer

Then farther

Cherish. I cherish your vehement laughter

So sweet

Like music

Playing

Full of

Life

Enlightening

So beautiful

Extreme

That I

Cherish.

Happiness,
we are happy,
laughter,
bubbling in stomach,
making its way up and out.


Need,
we have need.
hopeful,
inside,
outside,
expressed.

Love,
we love.
Beautiful,
deep,
in the pores of every being.

Desire,
we radiate desire,
embrace it,
coming into us,
inside and out.

Fear,
Trepidation
we fear, fear itself.
Terrifyingly sudden.
Swallowing us whole.

Creation,
we are creation.
Long before time,
along,
creation,
created.

Energy,
we enjoy energy.
Full,
bright,
joyous,
extreme.

Anger,
we are angry,
strength,
rage,
vast,
enormous.

Freedom

Breath in deeply,
inhale

Exhale

Sweat dripping off the side of my neck.

Dipping in the indent between my shoulder blades.

My hair clinging to my face,
a second skin.




Bouncing on the soles of my feet,

Taking position,
one-step,

two, three.

Run.
My steps are belligerent.
Cool air dancing on my skin.
Arms like wings take flight.

Eyes set on finish, straight ahead.
I bite my lips,
the taste in my mouth is acetic.

Legs light, heave, tired,
carrying my body onward.

Adrenaline,
kicking in,
sprouting awareness.



Rushing past,
everything’s a blur.

I hear a cheer,
one, then two,
then too many,
making me deaf.

Legs bucking,
falling,
standing on my knees.

Arms pounding,
my stomach and body crumpling.
Relief,
finally,
freedom.

We walked in thought the doors,
the place was crowded and everyone was ecstatic.
I was young and curious and decided to go explore,
who knew a young girl like me could be so idomatic.

The place was a bee hive,
busy as can be.
I had no idea if I'd be able to survive,
I was like a lost flea.

I had my tokens in hand,
ready to play games.
But all did not go as i planned,
my perfect night had all gone up in flames.

I looked arounf but not a familiar face could be seen,
I started crying and crying,
finally my mommy found me.
That experience was quite terrifying.