City of Love - Casablanca

Vincent 2022-04-20 09:01:01

On the blue world map, Dalbeda looks like an uncommon port city. And its country, Morocco, a small African country that is on the verge of the Atlantic Ocean and faces Spain across the Strait of Gibraltar in the Mediterranean, does not seem to have been treated specially by people. But I believe that in the minds of some people, it is allowed to be called a "City of Love", and all these stories are hidden in the line under "Dalbeda" on the map, marked with parentheses. in small print - its former name, "Casablanca".

"CASABLANCA", this Spanish with the mysterious power of ancient Latin, makes people indulge in this romantic word just by reading it lightly. And long before it was named a city, the beauty of "Casablanca" was reserved for a unique lily. She is indifferently fragrant and has a slightly intoxicating charm; she is pure and flawless, like an elf blooming in ice; she is delicate and easy to break, and the flowering period is so short that it is too late to have it and then disappear with the wind.

In this way, some people say that her flower language is "death, love full of memories", or " changeable heart, unaffordable love", but maybe "silent watch, indifferent eternity"... But I don't think any of the above explanations are enough to describe the distinctive name "Casablanca", especially when it sweeps people's hearts with the love of "Casablanca", all languages ​​seem to change in an instant Barren and poor. At this moment, perhaps we can truly understand the true meaning of "All noble emotions are ashamed to express, and all profound experiences are clumsy in words."

Always wondered how Rick spent the night he decided to let Ilsa and Victor go together.

The train station in Paris, his heartbroken departure, a brief farewell letter, announcing the lover's indifference... A few years later, the lover reappeared, just as bright and moving as when they met, but he couldn't be happy ... That night, he hid in his bar, slept with alcohol, and muttered to himself, "There are so many towns in the world, and there are so many pubs in towns, but she just walked into mine."

What a helpless sigh. Rick seemed to tell himself: After leaving there, I came to a place where I should have forgotten each other forever, but it was just like that, you came to Casablanca with the beauty of the past, and yesterday was reappearing, and it seemed that this place has become us again. city ​​of love.

Ilsa loves him, but the ending has not changed. In a night of drizzle, Ilsa left, and may never return to Casablanca for eternity, and Rick disappeared with his heart and all his love for Ilsa. Casablanca that night.

Years later, Rick's coffee shop has long been replaced by "Blue Parrot", and those gorgeous and romantic little moods have been buried in the noise and noise. Sam might still be there, sitting at the piano, his fingers and the keys fluttering around each other, reminiscing about the good old days, but he'll play "As Time Goes By" ? Those notes that record the memories of Rick and Ilsa may be like the glazed lights in the bar, the gambling table that cheats, the actresses singing chansons, the men in military uniforms, the old couples waiting to leave, like sand sculptures of art. , in the weathering of the years, along with the beautiful name of "Casablanca", it quietly passed in the land of North Africa...


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Casablanca quotes

  • Woman: What makes saloonkeepers so snobbish?

    Banker: Perhaps if you told him I ran the second largest banking house in Amsterdam.

    Carl: Second largest? That wouldn't impress Rick. The leading banker in Amsterdam is now the pastry chef in our kitchen.

    Banker: We have something to look forward to.

  • Ugarte: Heh, you know, watching you just now with the Deutsche Bank, one would think you've been doing this all your life.

    Rick: Oh, what makes you think I haven't?

    Ugarte: Oh, n-n-n-nothing, but when you first came to Casablanca, I thought...

    Rick: You thought what?

    Ugarte: Hm, what right do I have to think, huh?