Caravaggio Page #2

''Time stop for no man, not even the sun". says Pasqualone.

My shadows passed the fly spiral back.

Pasqualone yawns

into the blue sky.

I do adore strawberries...

..one feel so wicked eating them out of season.

My Dear Frances.

you havent try pepper?

-Pepper?

- Expensive but perfect.

- What an extravagant idea !

-Sometimes...

..the most incompatible

subjects make the best friends.

I spent the morning in the Vatican.

They are very concern about the risk of your new loan ?

- They are extraordinary high.

- As indeed the Michele Caravaggios fee

But St Matheu looks so very well in the gallery !

It was a godsend

priest St Luigi hate it so much !

Im commissioning something

quiet different this time round: profane love.

Perfect subject four our genius

FLAMENCO MUSIC:

Micheles invited me to an unveiling

- Hes invited to you too.

- Both of us? - You heard her?

They are expecting the Pope.

-Really ?

- Yes, really !

- In fancy dress.

- Well, you wont have to change, will you!

- Michele is buying the costume for you.

- What more do you want ?

Much more that you can imagine !

Ive been to others of this parties...

..I was pick on by a talent scout

an evil queen called Ambrogia.

then told:
''If Im breath

the word that I have seen it...

..non life will be few worth

than a strand spaghetti.''

At midnight holy father arrives dress as a eerie satyr.

Wearing the ? of tiara.

TYPEWRITING:

JAZZ MUSIC:

Very good evening to you,

Your Holiness.

Take your f***ing hands off me!

Lena !

Donna Elisabeth. Allow me to introduce

the hero of the our ?

- Michelangelo Caravaggio.

- We are not related, are you ?

Donna Elisabeth

is a great admirer of Michelangelo.

Such a sweet pal

so clever with his hands !

Ice cream ?

is just another party ! darling

LAUGHING:

Lena ?

Lena ?

Scipione, May I introduce you to

my charming friend Lena ?

Hes a nephew of our dear Pope.

Mercurio invent it the arts

with an act of theft.

Takes a thief to catch a thief.

Gimme you hand.Come on !

For Eternity and the day.

Madonna. Queen of heaven !

Agony fashion !

Ugly, isnt it ? Nice frame.

Splendid,

keep up with the work.

Virgins are expensive !

You are my St John...

..and this is our wilderness.

''With the support of his card?...''

''..with the connivance of his Cardinal,

the second Michelangelos...''

''..stole the commission

for the painting of St Matheu.''

''A conspiracy between Church and ?.''

''Those who love art must be alerted

to this poison...''

''..which seep into the body of our Renaissance

like a pernicious drug.''

''Shadows which permeate

his painting and no less insidious...''

''..than those wich cloaked ignorance

and depravity.''

A sad reflection...

..of our time.

Pasqualone yawns

into the blue sky.

''Time stop for no man'', he says, caressing himself

I watch the ripples in his trousers,

can I put my hand in?.

The words fall over themselves

with embarrassment.

Pasqualone sights

and remove his hands without looking at me.

I kneel beside him

and reach timidly into the dark.

There are hole on his pocket

my hand slides in.

His cock closes warm in my hand.

Pasqualone says his girl Cecilia, hold it harder.

''Harder Michele'' The air hisses to the gap in his golden teeth.

""Touch mine, Touch mine", my mouth is dry and the words refuse to come.

And ice cold bead sweat

forms and trickel on my back.

The seeds spat,

His body tighten.

It swallows ''Harder Michele, harder.''

The violent word fly around me...

..like the marble splinters

in my father workshop, sting in my chin.

''Do it, do it, now !''

Do you want to stop for a while ?

Lena ?

Bring some water.

Whats wrong with my Madeleine ?

Is my child.

Im pregnant !

CLAVICHORD MUSIC

- Shes pregnant.

- F***ing marvelous ?

Piss artist !

Its gonna cost you !

- I hope I wasnt interrupting it.

- Youre back !

Not back, just visited.

- Whom child is it ?

- Mine.

- What about us ?

-Well, you have Michele...

..I have Scipione and the child.

The child shall be rich...

..beyond avarice.

TRAIN RUNNING:

Your hair screams out darkest the Medussa weed ?.

Your fingers are cold.

The cold has invade it.

Your blood run slow.

The life is wash away.

A child castle drifting in the foam.

My heart miss it a bit,

I reach up to you, my Magdalene...

..drown in the water of forgetfulness.

Michele.

No peace for the wicked.

Michele !

Francis !

"and God shall wipe away

the tears from their eyes"...

.."There shall be no more death,

neither sorrow nor crying"...

.."neither shall there be any more pain".

"For the former things are passed away."

I am innocent !

I aint kill her ! I never touched them, never

- She was killed by Scipione Borghese !

- Shut your ? you lunatic !

Michele !

F*** you ! Im innocent.

Aint bastard murderer, f***ing bastards !

LAUGHING:

Look, look.

Alone again, down into the back of the skull

imagining and dreaming.

And beyond the edge of the frame. darkness.

the black night invading

The soot from the candels

darkening the varnish...

..creeping round the empty studio,

reading the wounded paintings...

..smashing out in the twilight.

Sharp knife wounded steady in the groin,

of your guts...

..when gulp the air tearing

your last breath from the stars...

..as the sea run into the patch

sheet and you fall into the night.

I float on the glassy surface

of the still dark lake...

..land black in the night,

silence as an echo...

..a mote in your eyes.

You blink and send me

spinning swallow in the vortex.

I shoot through the violet depths.

Unalterable silence

of these waters ! A tear forms in drops.

The ripples spread out

beyond the farthest horizont...

..beyond the matter,

scintilla, star !

I love you more than my eyes.

Ive trapped your spirit

in matter...

..wont you got no value

Im gloat like the leery-lyric of the fields ...?

..is horribly perverted.

E' posto alto sugli altari di Roma.

Che vergogna !

God catchs you, YOU !?

Years ago..

when we met...

..I dreamed the paintings

I could love.

His Cardinal should buy

una vigna. Some more wine, Michele ?

Lambrusco, Frascati,

Lacrima Cristi...

..wine from the Veneto,

wine from Sicily...

..but for the reassurning ?...

..stronger than the sun in July,

richer than the Vatican...

..We have the establishment song ? ,

vino del Moro.

This f***ing artichokes swimming

in rancid oil !

INAUDIBLE VOICE:

BELLS CHIME:

- Eminence.

-Michele Caravaggio...

..The Holy Father and myself are prepared

to turn a blind eye to ''Sodom''...

..provided you make it worth it

by bringing the riffraff back to Church...

..and placing them in oath

of the path of the Holy Father...?

..who is, of course, the soul and debita

of the life of our Lord Jesus Christ on earth.

and Michele, I must advance you...

..that this slander against my

personal life must stop.

Youll address ''His Holiness'' as your "Holiness"

and kiss his ring without touching it...

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