Caravaggio Page #3

..when he extend his hand.

Michele Caravaggio...

..egregio ''in urbe pictor''.

Your Holiness.

I heard you are a bit of a irascible?. One of the family

Scipione says you paint quick.

The quicker the better.

I have a bloody war on my hands !

THE POPE LAUGH:

though !

The bloody Tomassoni affair...

..that prostitute in the Tiber.

I know youve been putting it about

that my nephew did her end.?

Well, If the portrait looks good

you can have him

and good luck to you.

Revolutionary gesture in art

can be a great help to us.

but you hadnt thought about that,

you little bugger !

Keeps the ''quo'' in the ''status''.

Never heard of a revolution made

with paintbrushes !

- You are out !

- You pull it off ! F***ing brilliant

What you mean ? Trick them ?

Michele, are you blind ?

I did it for you.

- For love.

- For what ?

- For love.

- you murdered her ?

For you. For us.

You murdered her.

The first light of dawn falls

sweet? open window in my bedroom.

A swallow flies in, an swoop

dark as an arrow along the beam ...

..landing with the twin, spread,

black as a crucifix on the wall.

"It is, it is" the swallow whispers.

The gold and dust cloud

? it is in the rushed air.

I lie eyes open facing the ceiling

on the great wooden bed...

..which is the barge that beds me

across the ocean at night.

I bed my head in the pillow

and dream on my true love Pasqualone.

Im rowing to you on the great dark ocean.

You soar dolphin

like out of my sight, laughing.

Dolphins are not caught

with smiles, but cruely with hoax ''Michele"

''One day you will learn to be cruel.''

''Michele, wake up,

Cecilia stands in the doorway.''

holding her feather duster on his long bambu pole

She leaps

catlike the swallow...

..switching her broom through the dusty stars

like a palm tree in the sirocco.

The spell is broken. Pasqualone

stands at the window smiling.

BELL RINGS FOR DEAD

- Pasqualone.

- Michele.

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