The Voice of the Moon

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Ivo Salvini.

Did you hear it too?

Someone is calling me!

Let's see the p*ssy! The cha-cha p*ssy!

Cha-cha p*ssy... Long live the p*ssy!

Cha-cha p*ssy... Long live the p*ssy!

Did all of you pay? You did not.

You owe me for the other night too.

Mine is so hard, I could smash a wall with it!

Does he want to come along? Let's go!

Yes! Where are we going?

Be quiet.

Open it a bit more.

No, she might see us.

There she is.

What are you doing?

Why doesn't my wife have breasts like that?

Give me the money!

Give it to me!

Or you won't see my aunt's nipples.

I've got scissors! I will cut you up

like a turkey!

The other night too, you did not pay!

If I catch you here again, I will break your legs!

I do not have any money.

Junona, the wife of Jupiter,

had such massive tits just like this lady here.

Once she fell asleep under a tree

with her breasts exposed.

Baby Hercules came by. When he saw those great tits

he started sucking on them.

Let me go!

Think you are clever?

You gotta pay for this!

As I was saying:

Junone woke up...

and the milk squirted to the sky.

That is how the Milky Way came about.

Now she does not undress anymore.

You were good at school?

I was promissing.

Drunkards! Vagrants!

Let us sleep!

You are lucky that Ottavio is not here!

But I am here, auntie!

How fortunate to have a nephew like you!

Have a good night.

- Can you walk?|- Yes thanks.

You are doing well, Ersilia. This is my friend Salvini.

I will come with you. Let's go.

Yes, Mr. Pigafetta.

Good night.

My aunt was not like this, she was skinny.

She was always catching me by surprise

All she was interested in was that I pass the stool

Stool!

What are you doing here at this hour?

Have you started again?

No, I swear.

I am trying to resist.

I would plug my ears but could still hear.

They never called me from that well.

Then last night:
'We have something important to tell you'

Do not listen to voices from wells, they are treacherous.

They will make you dream their dreams.

The night has to be shut off from them.

But if I close it...

Stay away from the well.

But I just want him to see you!

I need to talk to him.

Attention!

There are holes here. Give me your hand.

Madamme Gertrude,how can I be of service?

It is you, Pigafetta!

I am late tonight.

I cooked stuffed zucchinis for him!

They turned very well, but it takes time.

You go ahead, and I will drop in right after, as if by chance.

Sure.

I'll enter now before it gets cold again.

Quick, he is tending to his zucchinis.

Anything new?

Everything is quiet.

We are going for a stroll.

Many people come here.

Nobody ever leaves - they are fine here.

Mr. Pigafetta, I informed the mayor's office

about this matter. You do not have any right;

You are just a gravedigger!

I am proud of it.

Professor is a friend. He asked me for a favour.

Anyone against him sleeping here?

Let's give it a try!

With real estate prices around here!

It makes sense!

I did not bring him with me; he followed me.

Who is the other one?

He is with me. Everything is all right.

You don't say anything? Can you hear me?

Me, I sleep at night!

I need to ask for a little favour.

Help me escape from my director!

That is not a little favour.

He wrote that I am crazy!

But aren't you?

The Grand Prize of the Conservatory,

a Conservatory Professor,

My father always told me: 'Do not marry'

Even in church, he signalled that I should get out.

But I was bewitched by the music.

Oh, yes.

Same old nonsense.

There should be a law against music!

It is violence!

How is the aggressiveness of an instrument manifested?

It is said that oboe moves the furniture.

There are certain notes..

... a triplet of an eighth note sol-la-do-mi.

In Middle Ages, this combination

was called 'Diabolus'.

It is like a lizzard running down your spine!

That night at the house ...Remember, Gertrude?

We had a concert at the City Hall.

I was reviewing my part

when the four notes showed up.

What is it?

It moved! There!

Am I a lunatic? A seer?

Yes!

And the other time, at the kitchen?

Tell me! What happend in the kitchen?

One evening I walked in...

What are you doing here?

Who are you?

I am the 'Big Eater'

I eat everything.

I've eaten it all!

Finally, one night at my house...

Gentleman!

It is my honour! Thank you!

I was studying my part.

But there is this infernal passage!

Certain chords deserve to be banned!

Which ones?

You pretend not to know?

There are these pauses, these intervals,

when fantoms enter. Darkness, ice!

And the music does what it wants to you.

How can you fend off something that promises

but never keeps its word?

What did it promise to you?

The same it promises to everyone.

Joy, serenity, oblivion.

And that we all be happy, accepted. Even me.

But that is not how it is!

He is not here anymore!

But on some nights of full moon,

even here, at the end of the world,

it keeps playing. I can still hear it!

He will not come, it is too late,

too humid.

My grandpa is here.

He is up there.

It is always the same question.

Is it possible to know nothing of you?

Nothing, about nobody!

You are all dead, I say.

You were very brave. That was not easy.

I can not even imagine how to do that.

And we should not meet again. Ever.

But where are you?

There better is

a place in this world

with a hole

that leads to the other side.

- Here I am, my beauty.|- A raven does not sing.

Where are you

vagabond?

I broke my tail.

Tomorrow night I'll bring you the puree. Good night.

It is raining!

This is how I imagined it: Good Lord riding in a chariot

when a thunder struck.

Such wonder, a storm!

Even as a child, it made me so happy.

My grandma would call me:

''Pinocchio''.

Pinocchio, come home. Cover yourself!

You'll burn your shoes like that, you will be even more Pinocchio!

Pinocchio did not have a real father, did he?

Me neither. Is it mandatory to have one?

You poor thing, you had a father.

I had one.

Even in Good Lord's chariot, I did not see him.

Mom neither.

But he needs to take others for a ride too.

There are so many!

Ah, there.

Have you finished that milk?

Let's go, to bed!

Will the moon come later?

Grandma, this morning I became a poplar.

What a feat.

It is not difficult to become a poplar. It is very natural.

I sat down with him and I asked him:

Poplar, how are you?

He answered me at once.

My feet penetrate the earth, my fingers lengthen,

like roots, all over the place.

I had 4, 10, 100 hands, a blossom in my hair.

I breathed with all my leaves.

It was not the hair anymore, but millions of leaves.

I was high up.

The farm looked so small to me.

And you too. You were small too.

I called you:
Grandma, grandma!

Come down, even the poplars

need sleep.

Did you hear me?

Come Pinocchio.

I need to take a look.

There is nothing under the bed.

Get out of there!

It is so nice here: there are many things.

Fire!

Where are the sparks? Where does the fire go when it dies out.

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