Kinski Paganini

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It was crowded, there were just

two places to stand

in the upper echelon, and they

were too expensive for commoners.

Then a figure tread onto the stage

as if it were rising from hell.

His black frock was crumpled,

as though he had slept in it.

The head and the terrible face

with the deformity... the cynical mouth

seemed through the murky lighting

still more corpse-white.

In his motions,

laid an eerie stiffness

and something so clownishly animal,

that the public giggled.

An inerasable figure of deep sadness,

Genius and Hell

left their mark.

He had an imbecilic humility,

that only a morbid pity

held back my laughter.

He scraped along the way

the floor with his foot!

From whom had he copied these contortions?

A mechanical toy?

Were those the eyes of a cursed man,

which are begging for clemency?

Or does behind it lurk

the sneer of a sly curmudgeon?

The vampire with the violin drains us,

if not the blood from the heart,

then the gold from our pockets!

But these thoughts fell silent immediately,

when the wonderful master

set his violin on his chin and began to play.

My God!

Exactly like during that time in Vienna!

So long ago!

I feel the same passion!

The same desire for him!

I said, as the pathetic man

made his ridiculous bow.

Nevertheless, it is impossible not to love him!

When he played, he got an erection.

He was in prison!

Because of murder!

He impregnated a minor and

poisoned her! - He played left-handed!

He played left- AND right-handed!

He wore down a bow each performance?

- His bow is super long!

And he is greatly strained!

- He never gets the chords right!

The strings put themselves out of tune.

- He corrected them while playing!

No one can move a finger so fast while playing! Unbelievable!

See, he is swapping the bow!

When Paganini again began to play,

I nearly almost fell faint.

Whether or not I embroider,

sing,

read,

or lay awake,

even in my dreams

I am with you.

But you refuse,

to make me happy.

To flee from Nicolo means

to flee from life.

You are so ugly.

I never even liked you!

Don't think,

I am irresponsible, sweetheart.

Your music causes measureless joy and

desperate desire for you!

My sweetheart,

deliver me from this agony!

I can bear it no longer!

I must go to America and Russia.

I must go to Russia, Achille.

I must go to Russia,

Russia and America.

Russians cry, when they hear music.

Russia and America,

America and Russia.

Achille!

Papa, let us go away from here.

- Yes, my sweetie, assist me with the running.

Please, Papa, please!

She is the most beautiful girl in the world

but too young ...

No, she does not like any music.

I am thinking of another.

She is also young.

We must go away, Papa.

She is married,

though. Never mind.

Who he probably is?

- The one that has luck! - A red-blooded male!

He looks good!

- How Exciting!

He is gazing at me!

- He is pleasing to me!

This Mr. Paganini is very charming!

With a false wedding-vow,

it fell to him easily, to seduce

this underage girl!

Fiendish seduction

Rape of an underage girl,

cold-blooded brutality...

According to charges, this devil,

this suppleness old man,

bewitched the world

and seduced countless women!

I wish that would be me!

Angiolina became pregnant.

Paganini wanted her to have an abortion.

He said to her that she would have worms,

and nearly poisoned her with a worm cure!

Nicolo's parents were poor.

Malnutr5tiion and illnesses

weakened his strengths from an early age.

He contracted tuberculosis,

which ruined his health altogether.

Despite his millions,

he always takes only the half dose

of the prescribed drugs.

He haggles for all of his groceries.

Thereby, it is all the same to him,

whether or not the flesh stinks.

He gets epileptic seizures,

when he hears a church bell.

He sacrificed everything for art.

He has thus sacrificed everything for us!

Until he was 18, he practiced 14 hours a day.

He is an animal!

When he had the chance, he raped each woman,

in front of all of those minors!

Fever, sore throat

and stomach cramps

make his life agony!

Call it by the name: Syphilis!

That comes from his harlotry!

His pathological fear of poverty

became greed misunderstood.

Even in wealth

he indulges in no luxury.

Except for his unusual affection

for fine drapery,

for which he begrudgingly paid,

or his weakness for exclusive hotels

and the expensive coaches,

in which he made his visits.

For 30 years,

he owned the same frock,

which travels in a violin box.

So he has no luggage!

- He has been imprisoned for 11 weeks.

Let him go!

I ask the maximum penalty

for his crimes! - It is a mad house!

All of you are being completely insane!

This case is impossible! God!

The marvellous tour of the

then tiny Paganini!

The giant Paganini came to London.

The avenue to fame

his beginning takes.

He shouted:
"That was it already

I gave the fiddle

to my only son."

The tiny Paganini went about with the violin,

to the British Museum in

Bloomsbury Square.

When he played,

everyone danced completely free.

He made good fun,

because they radiated from it.

Nicolo!

A cheapskate said to Paganini: "Oi!

Your Music is too expensive! Go!"

But as soon as Paganini's violin sounded,

the cheapskate, will-less,

shook a leg! Paganini thought:

"Orpheus could make fish happy,

I will please them too!"

He played to whale and shark

the rhythm to it, belted on the wharf.

The bathing people rose in the exquisite wet.

Paganini thought: "To the beach onwards!"

Everyone danced, when his notes played,

yes, even the horses jumped.

The tiny Paganini played without flaw

for the animals in Regent's Park.

Lions, bears and apes danced to it

even the elephants and giraffes!

One says, you would have had

an affair with Napoleon's sister.

I've slept with them and all of Europe's whores, sweetheart!

I'm having you shot dead!

You b*tch!

I am Paganini!

In your stride and in your button!

I will break you in! - Remember who

brought you to the top.

I could have you shot dead

for desertion!

Have me shot dead!

Go, why don't you!

Darling, why have you killed that small girl?

What are you talking about?

I killed no one.

But, of course!

- Who then?

Those who you were in jail because of.

Oh, those!

Have you ever loved a woman?

Come, kiss me.

No.

I hate you!

I want to go home.

Why?

- I hate you!

Tomorrow I'm going back to Palermo!

- Palermo?

Go to hell!

You said, You killed them.

Your lawyer, Mr Germi, was present.

Why am I so jealous?

I love you!

- I love you!

Delay the tour, please!

I will make a lot of money

in Vienna, Prague, London, Paris.

It is after Achille's birth, we must

go on a honeymoon. - I must go.

I need no money.

You also don't, you never spend

We need the money.

For what?

- You don't understand?

For your diluted soup,

Your cheese rinds and bread crusts ?

You don't need it.

You need love, not whores!

Take me with, don't leave me alone!

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