"Claude Nedjar presents" "An production of C.E.C.R.T." "And research department L'ORTF" "For the Mistral" "A film by Joris Ivens" "In collaboration with Pierre Lhomme and Jean Ravel" "Photography Andre Dumaitre" "Commentary Andre Verdet" "Narrator Roger Pigaut" "Music Antoine Duhamel" "By the high roads of the bees and the dead cities by the fields of lavender and by the old upright statues." "By the ways of watchmen and rocks by traces and echoes by a blueness through which the eagle approaches pits and gorges of hell..." "By the planetary hills, wagoneers of the night." "...by torrents, ditches and earth hallucinated at the slightest sound." "By inexplicable forces and by signs that precede by the breath which folds the sand and the whirlwinds of fear." "By the tales and mysteries sealed in the stones of towns by a country the sun holds tight, by the spells of a rough love." "Fighting with the wind, fighting against the wind." "We stop the wind, we divide it." "We cut its sudden bursts, we knock it down." "And when this wind is called the Mistral we must post a watch, straight as cypresses." "We back it against the palisades." "The wind, we make it listen to reason." "One day I will offer you mastery of the weather." "It will rain, shine and storm, like a ballet it will rage cyclones, all in a pretty row." "A perfect line of winds and breezes will rise from the North Pole it will make green shepherds' pipes spring from this sunny Saharan tomb the white Antarctic a flush with grain." "One day I will offer you mastery of the weather." "For love of the spring, I've thrown away my shoes..." "For love of the spring, I have walked on stones." "For love of the spring, I have passed through the depths." "For love of the spring, head bare and soul proud." "For love of the spring, I have braved the sun." "For love of the spring, I've braved thirst and heat." "For love of the spring, I have longed for pursuit." "For love of the spring, I have cried loud in the wind." "For love of the spring, fallen and died, gloriously..." "For love of the spring, dried up for years." "Nothing moves, nothing has moved yet the shepherd holds his breath." "He wonders about the faceless sun, the shine on the sky and the leaves about the light, bare as a blade about the shiver of branches, a rumor in the Alpilles." "Misery has still to be relegated to the archives of history." "Will we still be able to gather at our table and our bed, will it still be at times like a boat on the lake or the beautiful sea in the magic of the season?" "The door, the stair, the street, neat perspectives..." "Space and the blueness like a happy conjunction..." "Work is an easy prey, a coral to polish." "And justice in this festive state?" "The Mistral likes to be resisted." "It forces trees, homes, animals and people alike." "What people, in spite of lifelong lessons, regard as technique is often still not to the point." "They play: he is Romeo." "She is Juliet." "Give your body, that our caresses may find spices and honey." "The butterfly makes us flower, we are fertilized by the bee." "In our minds, the Mistral seeks an aerie for rest." "Bring together our spirits in the most secret of your flesh in the fresh deliverance of sin." "I am reborn in you as you are reborn in me." "In Baux, in the Provence." "It is the hour when Orpheus's torment is plotted in the Valley of Hell while the star of Balthazar rises above the ruins." "At Hygalieres, in the heart of the Alpilles it is still the shepherd's hour for augurs, their celebration." "The shepherds would not trade the concrete riches of dreams for all the pearls in the crown or the tiara." "They know not the jealous envy of those who love pearls were they cultured pearls, loved for their price alone." "If they believe in spells, then not in false, but real ones those used in theirwork." "In spells for the wind for example, sometimes good, sometimes bad and which at its strongest, amuses itself with nothings." "The Ventoux, the Tibetan mountain of the Provence which rises near three thousand meters like a sacred temple one of the wind's greater domains." "Anticyclone on the Atlantic and in Spain, depression on the gulf of the great Lord, with which one signals anger aligned more than 100 km per hour to a height of 3,000 meters..." "Venus of the sea, in the Southern and Southeastern sectors other winds have chased the clear skies, veiled the blueness filled with the damp cotton of space." "But Provence is the master's empire." "Just before Valence it puts on the old warrior tunic of the Mediterranean the Atlantic, the North Sea, the Arctic Ocean even as it sweats out its true personality in pure Provencal." "Enamored with the sea, the Master Wind will lose himself in her in the great crosswind that sometimes dies down on the coast of Corsica." "A superb and fantastic adventurer, his skin baked again by the sun his eyes a luminous blue like those of the Vikings we accuse him of many misdeeds, like all great historical figures..." ""destruction, rape, pillage."" "It's true, no doubt." "We give him a reputation for cold it's tied to his origins, to his irregular spirits but here again we exaggerate." "And it is not those of the Midi who say this, for despite it all they love him dearly, their "Mistraou."" "For thousands of light years I argue with winter for my strictest right to grow green in the earth." "By eternities of mass, I argue with death for my right to energy, to weigh on the body." "Oh my chasm filled with planets oh fires always burning, oh sun on my plains frost cannot defend itself against my youthful ardor." "The rose writes the rose and the waves will not perish if man finds his eyes at the end of space." "That which trembles in April, that which pollinates pearled or in waves, zephyr or breeze." "That which thread to thread, silver or gold, traces a kiss's oval in a harmonious nature, and responded too well seems finally, forever, to follow our will." "The air flows from nearby plateaus dosed with the aromatic herbs of all perfumes of all the sauces, liqueurs and tisanes." "Harmony rules the forms, a sensitive geometry at once secret and grand where the infinite responds to the intimate." "Light models, unifies and glorifies and the horizon converges around a charm an attempt." "Sky of high Provence and of Rhodanie, an incurable blue." "The Mistral guards its property jealously." "When he is gone too long, and lets loose his layers, gray menaces." "It's a sky made for a telescope, the inventory of stars the phantasmagoria of light and for the passage of unusual things." "THE END"