Der Himmel über Berlin (wings of desire) - Wim Wenders (1987) Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love.
They were so white against the blue, With such a glory streaming through Their silver fleeces,--we were sure They must at least be angels’ wings; And the mere fancy of such things Kept childish speech and conduct pure. -Mary Bradley, "Angel's Wings"