The Voice of the Moon Page #5
- Year:
- 1990
- 120 min
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I like them like this, with lots of sauce.
My grandmother made them.
A shower of cheese.
Can I eat them there?
They are melting in the mouth, like sabayon sauce.
That is good for your health!
Better than needle pricks!
There is no comparison!
Are you trying to gain weight?
He needs to eat something!
By God, I will help unmask them!
Stuff yourselves on that dirt!
Redhead, let me get away,|I didn't do anything!
They better stop, damned jailers!
Follow me, young man!
Here, they won't be albe to touch us!
Unless they bring their cannon!
Sit down!
This is like that empty space next to
the bedrom at my home.
Nothing but apples on the ground.
It all began in that place.
It was silent just
like here.
And in that silence rang a din of birds,
whistles, bells.
And I heard words that I did not understand.
What exactly were they saying?
I only recognize a few syllables:
'for' or 'in any case'.
Once, they clearly said 'therefore'.
Therefore, therefore, therefore'.
Therefore', eh? Dogs, cowards!
And you had to make the first move?
If they caught you, you would have been cooked.
From now on, it is war.
Written by an alleged expert. Well!
'Gonnella Adolfo, born...etc..
Overweight. Blunt facial expression,
Nervous, refuses to talk'.
Here is the best part!
From a modest family'!
Without bragging,
I come from a French branch of Biancamano,
one of 'The Gillette' family.
And this lady on my side who you could not see
while fleeign those bastards,|that is the Duchess of Albe.
Terzio, what are you doing there?
We will not part anymore.
You went down in a bucket?
To steal the watermelon?
Nobody keeps them in the wells anymore.
You were disturbed, eh?
I am your friend, tell me.
This time, they did not want to poke fun at me.
they had certain different frenzy.
Run, it si now or never.'
But when I got down, there was a clamour,
a din, a hurricane of sounds that clouded my head.
I thought that I was on the verge of understanding.
That all wold become clear.
To live free at last, free at heart.
That is something that belongs to us since the dawn of time.
Such pain, such desolation! Everything is still so far away.
I only see offences, injustices.
Where is Aldina? Did she save herself?
Is this justice, progress?
Does it really have to be like this?
Not being able to believe in a friendly voice?
Nothing is stable. Maybe they want to help us,
but do not know who to start with.
They choose at random. They make mistakes.
I have to understand.
But all these bees in my head, this din
and an infinite echo of thousand voices.
I must begin to understand. I must understand.
Come here, little brother.
Still the same featherbrain!
One day, I will tell you something.
I have to leave you,
I work all night with this machine.
It is said that
on a night like this it will be done.
While you spoke, I wanted to cry.
Promise me that you will not take walks at night.
This time, it turned out well, but...
And now?
Have a good work!
The Moon won't be there for much longer.
- It has to work!|- Of course!
Young man!
Excuse me.
OK.
I carefully listened to what you said.
I have an objection.
You are not making sense, you are daydreaming.
But as we do not have any time to loose,
I have to confide in you.
I am consoled because I am able
To recognize a man of value.
On your knees!
Hereby, I name you my deputy.
Even more, my right hand.
Many people would love to be in your place!
- Many, eh?|- Oh, yes!
Get up!
I will show you the borders of my prefecture.
Step in front of me,
let's start down this path.
For a prefecture of this size,
I need to command
a competent personnel!
- Should I continue?|- Yes.
And you know what I found inside files?
Cheese crumbs,
salami.
It is because of them that I sufer from persecution mania.
And the conclusion? There it is.
'Ordered to retire due to
progressive numbing of thought.'
Am I someone to force to retire?
'Mental distortion'.
'Breakdown of motor ability, general senile slump.'
What a surprise to find you here!
How long have we been walking?
It seems to me that this night is whole my life.
Young man!
Come with me!
Hunker down as you walk.
Lower yourself!
The consequences will definitely be extreme.
This is a great moment.
Look at me and tell me: do you have the inner strength?
I do not want you.
From now on I will go on my own and|good fortune will smile upon me.
Otherwise, I would not be here
to step into their den.
Look at their headquarters.
Lower yourself!
Let's go together. We will catch them redhanded,
Let's go around here. Go!
- Are you still lowered?|- Light as a shadow.
I need to ask you another thing:
to forgive me.
Good luck.
And to you too.
Why have you said that?
You need it.
We need to settle the score,|and if it all fails...
Why did I meet you?
Alone, it was risky.
I needed an ally, and I observed you for a long time.
Good.
In truth, it is just curiosity that makes me wake up in the morning.
They discovered us! They are coming.
Let's wait for them here.
I am sure that you, women, know something that we do not
and that you do not want to tell it to us!
What is the secret?
Will you tell me?
It has to remain a secret.
Please tell me.
What is the secret
of appearing a woman such as you are?
One has to be recognized.
Tell us all, once and for all!
Who did you steal it from?
It is yours!
I brought it for you! Try it!
I looked everywhere, waited.
It is perfect; it is yours!
I am not sure.
Let's see if it will fit you.|I could be wrong.
If that is yours, it should slide in right away
It slides in; it is yours!
It is mine, riffraff!
I want to try it too.
I am beginning to see.|Here is the beautiful foot of..
It fits her like a glove.
To you, Fulgenzia!
Such perfume!
Do not look at me like that. You have the same gaze.
And you, you have his laugh.
At last, here you are!
I recognize you! I can not renounce any of you!
How could you?
Never! Never!
I discovered your secret.
The world is full of you, but you are just one!
You are completely her: Aldina!
You are all Aldina!
All of you!
Who are you?
Declare yourself!
Barbarians, you killed the music too!
Drums of hell, scrap!
Death clamour, silence!
Silence!
Here is the centre of Africa, the Evil Pits!
I am not afraid of you!
The life has abandoned you!
You are poor skeletons drawning
in decay!
Of course, you can not know that.
Have you ever heard a violin sound?
If you had heard voices of violins,
like the ones that we hear,
You do not have the audacity
to have faith in dance.
The dance is
a lacework
a message.
It is like glimpsing the hamony of stars.
It is a declaration of love.
It is a hymn to life!
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