Caravaggio

Malta, Siracuse, Messina, Naples,

Porto Ercole. 18th July 1610.

Four years on the run,

so many labels on the luggage...

and hardly a friendly face, always on the move,

running under the poisonous blue sea

running under the July sun.

Adrift...

Salt water drips on my finger

leaving a trail of tiny tears on the burning sun.

The fisherman carrying me high

on their shoulders.

I can hear you sobbing,

Gerusalemme.

Rough hands wore my dying body...

..snatched from the cold blue sea.

They are lowing me back to the village,

their breath warm on my blue lips.

and dying in time of the splash of the oars

If arms steady as this embrace me and live !

to think Gerusalemme,

our friendship should end in this room...

..this cold white room so far from home !

The stars are the diamonds of the poor.

The richman hides the diamonds in walls...

..embarrassed to compare over the riches of

the Lord, the spark in the sky

WHISTLE:

The gentlemen is confering a

great honour on our family.

Be faithful and honest, like the men of our country.

Bleah !

Poor dumb Gerusalemme,

not used as a shepherd !

You look to true St Jhon

brought from the wilderness !

I told you the colours, and how

to brighten...

..the blood red cinnabar

and dirty grease grounded poppy and linseed.

The art of priming, glazing with soft squirrel brushes

My companion in my loneliness !

Now I am counting the sheep

on the hill side of our house.

Pasqualone sometimes comes to move me.

his hand ? my hair...

..like the ripples

of the bottom of the ocean.

Far below my mother wears

a white sheet.

Bed time, Michele. Michele !''

Her voice floating like the silver mask

beholding the evening hand.

My true love Pasqualone, laughs.

Bed time Michele of the shadows

Returns holy home. the stones

clattering under our feets...

..the white sheet is

swallowed in the twilight.

''Pasqualone!''The mountains echo.

Then the darkness comes.

How much?

- Fifty.

Thats deep

- Have you more at home?

It will cost you !

Oggetto d'arte !

E io sono molto caro !

ln plain english mate, Im an art object

and very, very expensive

Is that your money worth?

RlDE

I built my world

as divine mystery..

..found the God in the wine

and talking to my heart...

..I painted myself as Baco...

..and took on his feets: I wild

orgiastic dismenberment !

I raise this fragile glass

and drink to you my audience.

Mans character

is his feet ?.

Why did you paint the flesh

so green?

I have been ill all summer,

Excellency.

- Is true to life.

- And art?

- It isnt art.

- I see.

A most interesting idea.

What is your name?

- Michelangelo da Caravaggio.

- Michelangelo ? Michelangelo...

''No hope, no fear.''

The motto is rather extreme.

and the knife is illegal.

The price of the painting is my knife

I see

Show me the painting.

What have you written on the music ?

''You know that I love you.''

''Safe... to they like believe...''

''..that nothing is impossible...for you.''

''Think yourself... immortal...''

''..and capable...of understanding...''

''..all arts,

all sciences...''

''..the nature...''

''..of every living thing.''

''..than the...lowest deep.''

''Most higher,

than the highest pied ?...''

''..descend lower...''

Eraclito predicted from glimpse...?

''The way up and the way down

all one and the same.''

Bruno is repeating an old truth

in new lenguage.

That is the task.

Simple you could say...

..but nothing is more difficult

that simplicity.

Matter is in life...

God all this quotes! I can build the terror ? with them

perhaps he talks himself to sleep.

''...lnfinite living atom

floating like dust in a ?sand day.''

That, of course, is heresy.

The enemies of Bruno said...

..that ideas like that will make

the fix-stars of Aristotle fall from the heavens

..and the world wonder turning round on its own...

..like a dizzy boy.

Time to go...

You can break pause for a moment now.

- how is it coming?

- Is a piece of cake.

- You well-fixed.

- Cant complain.

- How long have you been here ?

-where? in Rome ? - Yeah.

-Four years.

-Whats that Cardinal after?

Him?

F*** all! A few cheap thrills

What else? You must be joking

- Whats his taste in music?

- Catholic.

CARAVAGGlO LAUGH

Ranuccio!

Radio broadcasting

-Not get at anywhere with him.?

-Youve noticed ? -Noticed.

- Whats his name ?

- Ranuccio.

-Hes not been here before. is he ?

-Youve not seen ?.

-You want the impossible. - Dont you ?

- Why dont you paint him ?

-You think is that easy ?

- It wouldnt be the first time.

- The wine is free.

-Yeah.

- You really want to pay, dont you ?

- No, Davide. I dont want to pay.

Is a true love, then.

love at first sight !

- All right, you talk me other thing?

- Im sorry

-Oh, f*** it. What have you been up to?

- No much.

- Hows the painting ?

- The painting ?

Do you want to know?

My painting is on the rocks.

St Matteo himself cant save it ?.

Its the most successful f***ing disaster

Should I say by ? in the Coliseum!

-What are you doing later ?

-Coming back with you.

LAUGHS:

Youve paid to be still !

TRAIN APPROACHING

TRAIN WHISTLE:

A cold, blue doubt

a infinitive uncertainty.

A black tide ripples

againts arsenic alights

A dark is invading

''Esse in anima''...

..to be a violate soul.

No Master need through sin us...?

..a healthy dont need a doctor,

only the jaundice sick

And the Gods?

The Gods have become diseases

Thought without image

lost in the pigment...

..trap

in the formless amber oasis.?

ll My ? are over !

- Evviva l'anno nuovo !

- Evviva i prossimi cent'anni !

BELLS CHIME:

Uncertainty and doubt.

long live doubt,

through doubt comes inside.

CHEERING:

COCK CROW:

Upon my bed at night

I saw him who my soul love

I saw him but find him not.

I called him but he gave not answer.

I will rise now

and go about the city...

..in the streets and the squares

I will seek him who my soul love.

I saw him but find him not

CLAVICHORD MUSIC

WHISTLE:

Blood brothers.

- You are in love with him !

- With his money. - YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HIM !

- He aint fucks me, yet ! F***ing red ? boy

-Pay off your f***ing gambling debts !

- Piss off, will you? Is my business, I pay the bills

- You ? You pay the bills?

LAUGHING:

Princess.

He loves me, He loves me not.

He loves you not.

In the wound the question is answer

All art is againts live experience

How can you compare flesh and blood with oil...

..ground pigment?

The room turns slowly. I steady myself

Steading into the blue void.

Dull metallic flies

cluster like rotting greens...?

..sul ronzante sole iridato.?

Sun keeps time

to the big to the old clock deep in the church.

The clock is as old as the time itself.

Pasqualone says:

''Old father time...

..carve his will from

the ceiling in the Garden of ?. ''

The flies scattered

of my shadows fall across?The dead red grimaces.

''Time stop for no man''. says Pasqualone.

The rat play off his life

on the cock in the green wounded clock quite carelessly.

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