La Dolce Vita Page #5
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I know it exactly.
I like the three big escapes:
- Drinking, smoking and going to bed.
- And this is your wisdom.
You read my poems,
but you never understood me.
You are the true primitive,
as primitive as a Gothic spire.
You're so tall that you can't hear
any more voices up there.
If you could see my real height,
you'll see I'm not much taller than this:
- As primitive as a Gothic spire,
You're so tall that you can 't hear
any more voices up there,
If you could see my real height,
you'll see I'm not much taller than this:
Oh, this is an old recording.
I'm sorry, I'll shut it off.
What is it? Why can't we hear it?
I don't want to bore you.
They're just sounds.
They're nature sounds he's recorded.
- Tell him to play them, please.
- No, it's not worth it.
Come on.
If they don't interest you,
why did you record them?
Because I thought they were beautiful.
Do you really want to hear them?
I already know them,
they're extremely stimulating.
As you wish.
Birds.
That's exactly how they sound.
This is a forest.
What are you guys doing here?
- Why did you get out of bed?
- Excuse me a moment.
You'll get a cold with those bare feet!
He heard your storm and he woke up.
- You just wanted one more kiss!
- Daddy hardhead.
Daddy hardhead?
All right, everyone knows now!
- Daddy's hardheaded.
- What lovely children!
- Such intelligent eyes he has.
- Yes, it's true.
When one says something
that strikes him...
...first he thinks about it with a serious
little face and then he laughs cheerfully.
If you give him a flower,
first he looks at every part...
...then he laughs because
he understands that it's beautiful.
The same way you smile when
you listen to some good music.
Well, now, be good
and go back to sleep.
Then, I promise,
I'll come say good night.
- Now, say good night to everyone.
- Good night.
The girl is completely different.
She loves combinations of words.
At times she invents beautiful ones
herself. I noted some of them.
For example:
"Who is the mother of the sun?"
It's really beautiful.
It's like a poet's phrase.
- And do they sleep with you?
- They'd like to, but we don't allow it.
At times, though, the little one
sneaks into our room...
...and jumps in bed
between his mother and I.
He takes her finger
You can't imagine how sweet it is
to fall asleep with a child next to you.
Have you known Steiner
for a long time?
Yes, but we've only seen each other
three or four times. But...
Marcello, one day you too
will have a house like this.
We get on well together, don't we?
We're made for each other.
- Let me come here more often.
- I told you, you can come anytime.
What is it, Marcello?
Your house is a real refuge.
Your children, your wife, your books,
your extraordinary friends...
Me, I'm wasting time.
I won't manage anything anymore.
Once I had ambitions,
but maybe I'm losing everything.
I forgot everything.
Don't think that safety is being locked
up in one's home. Don't do what I did.
I'm too serious to be an amateur, but
not enough to be a professional. There.
A more miserable life
is better, believe me...
...than an existence protected
by an organized society...
...where everything is calculated,
everything is perfect.
Marcello, I can only be your friend,
therefore I can't give you any advice.
But if you want my help...
...I can have you meet an editor
who can give you a decent job...
...and give you the chance to focus
on what interests you more.
It's always better than writing
for those half-fascist papers, no?
and discuss it later?
Yes.
Come.
Sometimes at night this darkness,
this silence, weighs on me.
Peace frightens me.
anything else. To me it seems...
...that it's only an outer shell
and that hell is hiding behind it.
I think of what my children
will see tomorrow.
"The world will be wonderful," they say.
From what point of view?
When a phone call...
...can announce the end of the world.
One should live outside of passions,
beyond emotions...
...in that harmony you find
in completed artworks...
...in that enchanted order.
We should learn to love each other
so much...
...to live outside of time, detached...
Detached.
I:
I can't spend my life calling you
on the phone!
I want to work in peace!
I don't know!
Miss, could you please
shut off that music?
No, I won't tell you where I am.
I don't know when I'll be back!
Go to hell!
Wretched madwoman.
Quit it with that little voice,
will you?
- Paola, this is broken.
- Go get another one, then.
- Are you having anything to eat?
- No. Yes... I don't know.
The food is good, you know.
- Is it difficult to type?
- Do you want to be a typist?
I'd like to.
- You're a pretty girl, you know?
- Pretty, you're exaggerating!
Come on, you know very well
that you're pretty.
- Okay.
- Paola, this one's broken too.
You're not from Rome.
Where are you from?
- I'm from Umbria, near Perugia.
- Why did you come here?
that's why I came here.
After Christmas, though, I'm either
going to Ostia or to Rome.
- Who is he? Your brother?
- No, he's my helper.
Wow, they treat you well here.
Well, yes, they treat me well,
but I don't like it much.
I can't wait to go home.
Sunday I saw a car
with Perugia license plates...
...and I felt so homesick
that I could've cried.
Let's see your profile.
- Why?
- Let's see it.
- But why?
- Come on, one second.
You look like one of those little angels...
...from the paintings
of an Umbrian church.
- They've already told you, huh?
- No.
Why are you laughing?
No reason.
- Do you have a boyfriend?
- Yeah, right, a boyfriend.
You're not writing anymore?
- Then can I turn the music back on?
- Yes, sure.
You want to throw out
What do you want?
- Marcello, your father is here.
- My father?
- Over there. He said he was your father.
- Come on, don't joke around.
He's over there, eating at that table.
He's been looking for you for two hours.
Didn't he say he was his father?
Marcello, it's true,
he's at that table over there.
- Where?
- Next to the black man.
Dad. Dad!
Marcello! Finally.
I arrived in Rome this morning.
I looked for you everywhere:
At home, at work.
I was about to leave when a friend
of yours told me to wait for you here.
Yes, Paparazzo.
With my line of work, I run around
all day, Dad. I only go home to sleep.
How come you're in Rome?
To solicit that damn case
at the Ministry.
Everything gets shelved here.
Anyway, you look well.
- You look well too.
- I'm okay.
And how's Mother?
She gave me a letter for you.
She's well, but always worrying,
you know. She's always been that way.
And with age, these things get worse.
Here it is.
Poor Mother.
But really, you could
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