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Started October 19th, 2014 · 1 reply · Latest reply by gorannn1 9 years, 6 months ago
Hello,
this might be a long shot but I am looking for a female voice-over for a short film. The voice-over should be in Norwegian, and in overall medium tempo, as a personal and private address from one person to another. Thank you!
I am posting both the original text and its translation to Norwegian (although I am sure it has mistakes that Norwegian speakers will recognize):
And in the morning you said you noticed me waking up and covering you when the blanket slipped from your back. And my hands had to touch your skin even when I was turned to the other side of the bed.
But at the end, when we stopped at the ruined house and you have put your hand on my chest and told me to breathe... and we started crying... you said it must be because of the place that you cried so hard, that it must have some special powers - weren't you able to see that it was not the place, it was because of us and how strong and close we came together? Those were the sweetest figs I have ever eaten in my life. Oh how you picked them from the three, you rascal you.
Have I created you, have you existed before I sent the call into the universe? Did my wish, my cry for help materialized you?
That night, when I held you in my arms, I knew you will never be mine. We do try too hard with the ones we love most, don't we?
Since then I've learned to love myself... yes you were right, I expected you to give me something I was supposed to provide to myself. And nothing is lost, there are no missed opportunities when we find love for ourselves deep in us.
Translation to be read:
Og i morgen du sa du lagt merke til meg å våkne opp og dekker deg når teppet gled fra ryggen. Og hendene mine måtte berøre huden din selv når jeg ble slått til den andre siden av sengen.
Men på slutten, når vi stoppet på den ødelagte huset og du har legger hånden på brystet mitt og ba meg om å puste ... og vi begynte å gråte ... du sa det må være på grunn av stedet da du ropte så hardt , at det må ha noen spesielle krefter - var du ikke i stand til å se at det ikke var stedet, det var på grunn av oss og hvor sterk og nær vi kom sammen? Det var de søteste fiken jeg noen gang har spist i mitt liv. Oh hvordan du plukket dem fra de tre, Rascal du deg.
Har jeg skapte deg, har du eksisterte før jeg sendte samtalen inn i universet? Gjorde mitt ønske, mitt rop om hjelp materialisert deg?
Den kvelden, da jeg holdt deg i armene mine, visste jeg at du vil aldri bli min. Vi prøver for hardt med de vi elsker mest, gjør vi ikke?
Siden da har jeg lært å elske meg selv ... ja du hadde rett, jeg forventet at du gir meg noe jeg skulle gi til meg selv. Og ingenting er tapt, det er ingen tapte muligheter når vi finner kjærlighet til oss selv dypt i oss.