Peter Pan
Peter Pan
Un giovane ragazzo che non cresce mai vive in un luogo magico chiamato Isola che non c'è con fate, pirati e bambini sperduti. Quando visita Londra, porta tre bambini in un'incredibile avventura nel suo mondo meraviglioso.
Il mio nome è Trilli.
My name is Tinker Bell.
Io sono una fata.
I am a fairy.
Vivo a Neverland con Peter Pan.
I live in Neverland with Peter Pan.
Ma devo dirti la verità su Peter. Tutti pensano che Peter sia un eroe.
But I must tell you the truth about Peter. Everyone thinks Peter is a hero.
Sbagliano.
They are wrong.
Peter non è gentile con me.
Peter is not nice to me.
Mi chiama solo quando ha bisogno di polvere magica.
He only calls me when he needs magic dust.
Non dice mai
He never says
"per favore"
"please" or "thank you"
"per favore" o "grazie."
Peter brings children to Neverland.
Peter porta i bambini a Neverland.
He says they will have fun forever.
Dice che si divertiranno per sempre.
But he does not tell them the truth.
Ma non dice loro la verità.
When children get older, Peter sends them away.
Quando i bambini crescono, Peter li manda via.
He wants to stay young forever.
Vuole restare giovane per sempre.
He does not want friends who grow up.
Non vuole amici che crescono.
Wendy came to Neverland with her brothers.
Wendy venne a Neverland con i suoi fratelli.
She was kind to me.
Era gentile con me.
She gave me a small cup for water.
She said I was beautiful.
Peter did not like this.
He was jealous.
Peter told Wendy she could be the mother of the Lost Boys.
But when Wendy wanted to go home, Peter was angry.
He said she was boring now.
He said she was too old.
I helped Wendy escape.
I gave her magic dust.
I showed her the way home.
Peter tried to stop us.
He said Wendy belonged in Neverland.
But people do not belong to other people.
Now I live alone in Neverland.
Peter is still here with new Lost Boys.
He tells them the same lies.
He says they will be happy forever.
But happiness is not about staying young.
Happiness is about being kind to your friends.
I miss Wendy.
Sometimes I fly to her window.
She is older now.
She has her own children.
She tells them stories about a fairy who saved her from a boy who never grew up. That fairy is me.
Racconta loro storie di una fata che l'ha salvata da un ragazzo che non è mai cresciuto. Quella fata sono io.