A film that provokes an intense melancholy by recalling all the moments in life that have already passed, and by offering a wisp of a future in which those moments will have increased tenfold in number.

الرضيع و العجوز.. كلاهما يصعدان الدرجات بنفس الوتيرة.. ببطء و تأني.. يا لها من مفارقة عن الإنسان.. كما بدأنا في الطفولة ننتهي في الكهولة

فيلم عظيم يوثق لمحطات من مراحل الإنسان.. بجمالية أخاذة و تنوع موسيقي مؤنس و تصوير بهي

Franco Piavoli is already establishing himself to be one of my favorites. All three of his film that I have seen have been incredible. For instance, this film is outstandingly beautiful in just about every possible way. This is some of the best stream of consciousness film making I have seen.

With respect to spiritual film making, Piavoli more or less does with Voices Through Time that Tarkovsky did with Mirror, only the big difference here is its cinematic composition is broken down in a fashion to favor the the simplicity and tangibility of life in the collective social and spiritual body.

The way in which Voices Through Time explores human connection and growth is indelible. I was completely immersed by the screen for the entire duration.

Perhaps it lost its momentum (relatively speaking) ever so slightly around the hour mark, but it definitely picked back up. Some of the imagery in this film will not go unforgotten or unappreciated.

السينما هي أعظمُ أشكال الفن على الإطلاق، و هذا الفيلم دليل كاف لإثبات ذلك.

بإستخدامه لفصول السنة الأربعة، يؤطّر فرانكو حياة الإنسان مُنذ وِلادته و حتّى وفاته.

"ويحملني الحنين إليك طفلا
وقد سلب الزمانُ الصبرَ مني
وألقى فوق صدرك أمنياتي
وقد شقيَ الفؤادُ مع التمني
غرست الدرب أزهارا بعمري
فخيّبت السنون اليومَ ظني
وأسلمت الزمان زمام أمري
وعشتُ العمرَ بالشكوى أغني..
وكان العمر في عينيك أمناً
وضاع الأمن حين رحلتِ عني..."

- فاروق جويدة ، و للأشواق عودة

Rarely am I envious of a filmmaker's talent, probably because the credit of those films accrues to me by watching, then thinking--or something like thinking. But Chris Marker and Franco Piavoli make me envious--although it's a bittersweet emotion which evaporates during the watching of their glorious work. Voici nel Tempo (1996) exhibits a humane witness inside Franco Piavoli as he utilizes his camera and direction like ceremonial tools of devotion to all life; mortal nature living here in sensual majesty alongside time and its necessary hunger.

انتونيني العظيم ، حكى جملة مهمة جدا ، الفيلم الي بتقدر توصفه بمجرد كلام لا يعتبر فيلم .. مثل هذا الفيلم الابجدية كاملة ما بتقدر توصف كمية الجمال فيه !! .

Di una naturalezza disarmante. Tre le cose più umane e genuine che abbia mai visto su schermo.

Timeless. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen something this stunning and that feels so alive yet suspended in time, like an exact moment captured in a photograph from your childhood that you vividly remember happening. It’s the stages of life all at once, it’s past, present and future simultaneously, it’s loneliness and companionship, it's beginnings and ends, and then once more. Truly the work of a poet.

Amare, ovvero vivere.
Vivere, ovvero amare.
Non so dove sto andando, ma voglio andarci con te.

There cannot be just a ton of older films left for me as first time watches that have the ability to blow me away, but this one did. What a wondrous poem of a film, a film about people, love, life and death. Parts of it feel so natural it’s astounding. The way he captures faces and gestures is truly special. Every composition is perfect.

los niños que rondan a las niñas, la corriente del rio, las melenas tintadas por el sol, los manteles manchados de tarta y de vino, salir de misa con el corazón caliente y los pies fríos, las caderas, los grillos, el dobladillo de las faldas, los tobillos hinchados, la novia que se casa en casa, los hombres que respiran en la sombra, cantar mirando las caras de los que cantan contigo, pintarse los labios para regar las flores del patio

Poucos filmes conseguem criar imagens tão sugestivas como esse. Ele parte de um pretenso distanciamento impessoal daqueles personagens justamente pra intuir uma fascinação muito entregue por aquele mundo-cotidiano, funda toda uma lógica de encenação que absolutamente recusa as palavras, que se vale da mitificação do mais simples dos gestos, e que acredita, antes de tudo, no poder daquelas imagens. Incrível como o filme é bem montado também, acaba contribuindo muito pra esse movimento de fascinação, de uma observação que, se por um lado pode ser ultra econômica na disposição dos planos (predominam close-up médios, e closes nos rostos de determinados personagens ao longo das sequências), por outro atesta uma noção primordial do cinema, porque quanto mais ele se contém nesse minimalismo do olhar e do gesto, mais possibilidades ele cria, parece que aqui quanto menor é o ato, quanto mais sutil o olhar, mais poderosa é a sugestão, mais concreta é a mitificação do cinema em si.

Ok my viewing experience did not do this justice. This was so beautifully shot, it feels like seeing life through new eyes. It reminds me a lot of As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty it that way. Also the first part was one of the best depictions of childhood I've ever seen. It felt so nostalgic, every bit of it. I'll need to revisit this sometime because I think this will become a favorite of mine.

I don`t understand the reason of such enormous lack of recognition of Piavoli.

La grâce comme protestation subtile et défense contre le temps. J’ai rarement vu aussi profondément beau, il y a un sens aigu poignant des images, de ce que la vie que nous avons et que nous perdons constamment représente. Ne cesse d’émouvoir.

حابه أشكر الشخص الي رشحهولي لانه عيشني اجمل ساعه ونص عشتهم من زمن ♥️.

Comecei a chorar quando eu percebi que estavam todos juntos, rindo, conversando, observando, brincando, gritando, correndo, ouvindo música, chorando.

Ai Deus, porque é tão bom estar perto dos outros?

Voci nel Tempo è un film che veicola sensazioni che sicuramente risulteranno familiari a tutti coloro che hanno vissuto anche solo brevemente in un paesino di campagna o collina. Ad uno sguardo superficiale questo lavoro può sembrare una semplice variazione sul tema visto né Il Pianeta Azzurro,ma qui la ciclicità della vita viene mostrata in una maniera intimista e volendo più concreta. Per il resto c'è poco da dire,Piavoli si dimostra nuovamente un maestro nell'unire suoni ed immagini ed utilizzarle come figure retoriche di una poesia, riuscendo a trasmettere forti sensazioni con pochi e semplici mezzi.

Di una naturalezza disarmante. Tre le cose più umane e genuine che abbia mai visto su schermo.

Bellísimo filme....

" حيثما يوجد الحب، هناك حياة. " - الماهاتما غاندي