"Malta, Siracuse, Messina, Naples, Porto Ercole. 18th July 1610." "Four years on the run, so many labels on the luggage... and hardly a friendly face, always on the move, running under the poisonous blue sea running under the July sun." "Adrift..." "Salt water drips on my finger leaving a trail of tiny tears on the burning sun." "The fisherman carrying me high on their shoulders." "I can hear you sobbing, Gerusalemme." "Rough hands wore my dying body snatched from the cold blue sea." "They are lowing me back to the village, their breath warm on my blue lips." "And dying in time of the splash of the oars." "If arms steady as this embrace me and live!" "To think Gerusalemme, our friendship should end in this room this cold white room so far from home!" "The stars are the diamonds of the poor." "The richman hides the diamonds in walls embarrassed to compare over the riches of the Lord, the spark in the sky." "WHISTLE" "The gentlemen is confering a great honour on our family." "Be faithful and honest, like the men of our country." "Bleah!" "Poor dumb Gerusalemme, not used as a shepherd!" "You look to true St Jhon brought from the wilderness!" "I told you the colours, and how to brighten the blood red cinnabar and dirty grease grounded poppy and linseed." "The art of priming, glazing with soft squirrel brushes." "My companion in my loneliness!" "Now I am counting the sheep on the hill side of our house." "Pasqualone sometimes comes to move me." "His hand ¿?" "My hair like the ripples of the bottom of the ocean." "Far below my mother wears a white sheet." ""Bed time, Michele." "Michele!"" "Her voice floating like the silver mask beholding the evening hand." "My true love Pasqualone, laughs." "Bed time Michele of the shadows." "Returns holy home." "The stones clattering under our feets the white sheet is swallowed in the twilight." ""Pasqualone!" The mountains echo." "Then the darkness comes." " How much?" " Fifty." "That´s deep." "Have you more at home?" "It will cost you!" "Oggetto d'arte!" "E io sono molto caro!" "Ln plain english mate, I´m an art object and very, very expensive." "Is that your money worth?" "RIDE" "I built my world as divine mystery.." "...found the God in the wine and talking to my heart I painted myself as Baco and took on his feets:" "I wild orgiastic dismenberment!" "I raise this fragile glass and drink to you my audience." "Man´s character is his feet ¿?" "Why did you paint the flesh so green?" "I have been ill all summer, Excellency." " Is true to life." " And art?" " It isn´t art." " I see." "A most interesting idea." "What is your name?" " Michelangelo da Caravaggio." " Michelangelo?" "Michelangelo..." ""No hope, no fear." The motto is rather extreme." "And the knife is illegal." "The price of the painting is my knife" "I see." "Show me the painting." "What have you written on the music?" ""You know that I love you."" ""Safe... to they like believe..."" ""..that nothing is impossible..." "for you."" ""Think yourself... immortal..."" ""..and capable... of understanding..."" ""..all arts, all sciences..."" ""..the nature..."" ""..of every living thing."" ""..than the..." "lowest deep."" ""Most higher, than the highest pied ¿?" "..."" ""..descend lower..."" "Eraclito predicted from glimpse...¿?" ""The way up and the way down all one and the same."" "Bruno is repeating an old truth in new lenguage." "That is the task." "Simple you could say but nothing is more difficult that simplicity." "Matter is in life..." "God all this quotes!" "I can build the terror ¿?" "With them perhaps he talks himself to sleep." ""..." "lnfinite living atom floating like dust in a ¿?" "Sand day."" "That, of course, is heresy." "The enemies of Bruno said that ideas like that will make the fix-stars of Aristotle fall from the heavens ...and the world wonder turning round on its own like a dizzy boy." "Time to go..." "You can break pause for a moment now." " How is it coming?" " Is a piece of cake." " You well-fixed." " Can´t complain." " How long have you been here?" " Where?" "In Rome?" " Yeah." " Four years." " What´s that Cardinal after?" "Him?" "Fuck all!" "A few cheap thrills What else?" "You must be joking." " What´s his taste in music?" " Catholic." "CARAVAGGIO LAUGH." "Ranuccio!" "Radio broadcasting." " Not get at anywhere with him.¿?" " You´ve noticed?" "Noticed." " What´s his name?" " Ranuccio." " He´s not been here before." "Is he?" " You´ve not seen ¿?" " You want the impossible." " Don´t you?" " Why don´t you paint him?" " You think is that easy?" " It wouldn´t be the first time." " The wine is free." " Yeah." " You really want to pay, don´t you?" " No, Davide." "I don´t want to pay." "Is a true love, then." "Love at first sight!" " All right, you talk me other thing¿?" " I´m sorry." " Oh, fuck it." "What have you been up to?" " No much." " How´s the painting?" " The painting?" "Do you want to know?" "My painting is on the rocks." "St Matteo himself can´t save it ¿?" "It´s the most successful fucking disaster." "Should I say by ¿?" "In the Coliseum!" " What are you doing later?" " Coming back with you." "LAUGHS" "You´ve paid to be still!" "TRAIN APPROACHING" "TRAIN WHISTLE" "A cold, blue doubt a infinitive uncertainty." "A black tide ripples againts arsenic alights." "A dark is invading "Esse in anima" to be a violate soul." "No Master need through sin us...¿?" "...a healthy don´t need a doctor, only the jaundice sick." "And the Gods?" "The Gods have become diseases." "Thought without image lost in the pigment trap in the formless amber oasis.¿?" "Ll My ¿?" "Are over!" " Evviva I'anno nuovo!" " Evviva I prossimi cent'anni!" "BELLS CHIME" "Uncertainty and doubt." "Long live doubt, through doubt comes inside." "CHEERING" "COCK CROW" "Upon my bed at night I saw him who my soul love" "I saw him but find him not." "I called him but he gave not answer." "I will rise now and go about the city in the streets and the squares I will seek him who my soul love." "I saw him but find him not." "CLAVICHORD MUSIC" "WHISTLE" "Blood brothers." " You are in love with him!" " With his money." " YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HIM!" " He ain´t fucks me, yet!" "Fucking red ¿?" "Boy." " Pay off your fucking gambling debts!" " Piss off, will you?" "Is my business, I pay the bills." " You?" "You pay the bills?" "LAUGHING" "Princess." "He loves me, He loves me not." "He loves you not." "In the wound the question is answer." "All art is againts live experience." "How can you compare flesh and blood with oil ground pigment?" "The room turns slowly." "I steady myself Steading into the blue void." "Dull metallic flies cluster like rotting greens...¿?" "...sul ronzante sole iridato.¿?" "Sun keeps time to the big to the old clock deep in the church." "The clock is as old as the time itself." "Pasqualone says:" ""Old father time carve his will from the ceiling in the Garden of ¿? "." "The flies scattered of my shadows fall across¿?" "The dead red grimaces." ""Time stop for no man"." "Says Pasqualone." "The rat play off his life on the cock in the green wounded clock quite carelessly." ""Time stop for no man, not even the sun"." "Says Pasqualone." "My shadows passed the fly spiral back." "Pasqualone yawns into the blue sky." "I do adore strawberries one feel so wicked eating them out of season." "My Dear Frances." "You haven´t try pepper?" " Pepper?" " Expensive but perfect." " What an extravagant idea!" " Sometimes the most incompatible subjects make the best friends." "I spent the morning in the Vatican." "They are very concern about the risk of your new loan ¿?" " They are extraordinary high." " As indeed the Michele Caravaggio´s fee." "But St Matheu looks so very well in the gallery!" "It was a godsend priest St Luigi hate it so much!" "I´m commissioning something quiet different this time round:" "Profane love." "Perfect subject four our genius." "FLAMENCO MUSIC" "Michele´s invited me to an unveiling." " He´s invited to you too." " Both of us?" " You heard her?" "They are expecting the Pope." " Really?" " Yes, really!" " In fancy dress." " Well, you won´t have to change, will you!" " Michele is buying the costume for you." " What more do you want?" "Much more that you can imagine!" "I´ve been to others of this parties I was pick on by a talent scout an evil queen called Ambrogia." "Then told: "If I´m breath the word that I have seen it..."" "...non life will be few worth than a strand spaghetti."" "At midnight holy father arrives dress as a eerie satyr." "Wearing the ¿?" "Of tiara." "TYPEWRITING" "JAZZ MUSIC" "Very good evening to you, Your Holiness." "Take your fucking hands off me!" "Lena!" "Donna Elisabeth." "Allow me to introduce the hero of the our ¿?" " Michelangelo Caravaggio." " We are not related, are you?" "Donna Elisabeth is a great admirer of Michelangelo." "Such a sweet pal so clever with his hands!" "Ice cream?" "Is just another party!" "Darling." "LAUGHING" "Lena?" "Lena?" "Scipione, May I introduce you to my charming friend Lena?" "He´s a nephew of our dear Pope." "Mercurio invent it the arts with an act of theft." "Takes a thief to catch a thief." "Gimme you hand." "Come on!" "For Eternity and the day." "Madonna." "Queen of heaven!" "Agony fashion!" "Ugly, isn´t it?" "Nice frame." "Splendid, keep up with the work." "Virgins are expensive!" "You are my St John and this is our wilderness." ""With the support of his card¿?" "..."" ""..with the connivance of his Cardinal, the second Michelangelo´s..."" ""..stole the commission for the painting of St Matheu."" ""A conspiracy between Church and ¿?" "."" ""Those who love art must be alerted to this poison..."" ""..which seep into the body of our Renaissance like a pernicious drug."" ""Shadows which permeate his painting and no less insidious..."" ""..than those wich cloaked ignorance and depravity."" "A sad reflection of our time." "Pasqualone yawns into the blue sky." ""Time stop for no man", he says, caressing himself" "I watch the ripples in his trousers, can I put my hand in?" "The words fall over themselves with embarrassment." "Pasqualone sights and remove his hands without looking at me." "I kneel beside him and reach timidly into the dark." "There are hole on his pocket my hand slides in." "His cock closes warm in my hand." "Pasqualone says his girl Cecilia, hold it harder." ""Harder Michele" The air hisses to the gap in his golden teeth." """Touch mine, Touch mine", my mouth is dry and the words refuse to come." "And ice cold bead sweat forms and trickel on my back." "The seeds spat, His body tighten." "It swallows "Harder Michele, harder." The violent word fly around me like the marble splinters in my father workshop, sting in my chin." ""Do it, do it, now!"" "Do you want to stop for a while?" "Lena?" "Bring some water." "What´s wrong with my Madeleine?" "Is my child." "I´m pregnant!" "CLAVICHORD MUSIC" " She´s pregnant." " Fucking marvelous?" "Piss artist!" "It´s gonna cost you!" " I hope I wasn´t interrupting it." " You´re back!" "Not back, just visited." " Whom child is it?" " Mine." " What about us?" " Well, you have Michele I have Scipione and the child." "The child shall be rich beyond avarice." "TRAIN RUNNING" "Your hair screams out darkest the Medussa weed ¿?" "Your fingers are cold." "The cold has invade it." "Your blood run slow." "The life is wash away." "A child castle drifting in the foam." "My heart miss it a bit, I reach up to you, my Magdalene drown in the water of forgetfulness." "Michele." "No peace for the wicked." "Michele!" "Francis!" ""And God shall wipe away the tears from their eyes" "There shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying" "neither shall there be any more pain"." ""For the former things are passed away."" "I am innocent!" "I ain´t kill her!" "I never touched them, never." " She was killed by Scipione Borghese!" " Shut your ¿?" "You lunatic!" "Michele!" "Fuck you!" "I´m innocent." "Ain´t bastard murderer, fucking bastards!" "LAUGHING" "Look, look." "Alone again, down into the back of the skull imagining and dreaming." "And beyond the edge of the frame." "Darkness." "The black night invading." "The soot from the candels darkening the varnish creeping round the empty studio, reading the wounded paintings smashing out in the twilight." "Sharp knife wounded steady in the groin, of your guts when gulp the air tearing your last breath from the stars as the sea run into the patch sheet and you fall into the night." "I float on the glassy surface of the still dark lake land black in the night, silence as an echo a mote in your eyes." "You blink and send me spinning swallow in the vortex." "I shoot through the violet depths." "Unalterable silence of these waters!" "A tear forms in drops." "The ripples spread out beyond the farthest horizont beyond the matter, scintilla, star!" "I love you more than my eyes." "I´ve trapped your spirit in matter won´t you got no value I´m gloat like the leery-lyric of the fields ...¿?" "...Is horribly perverted." "E' posto alto sugli altari di Roma." "Che vergogna!" "God catchs you, YOU!" "¿?" "Years ago.. when we met I dreamed the paintings I could love." "His Cardinal should buy una vigna." "Some more wine, Michele?" "Lambrusco, Frascati, Lacrima Cristi wine from the Veneto, wine from Sicily but for the reassurning ¿?" "stronger than the sun in July, richer than the Vatican We have the establishment song ¿?" ", vino del Moro." "This fucking artichokes swimming in rancid oil!" "INAUDIBLE VOICE" "BELLS CHIME" " Eminence." " Michele Caravaggio The Holy Father and myself are prepared to turn a blind eye to "Sodom" provided you make it worth it by bringing the riffraff back to Church and placing them in oath of the path of the Holy Father...¿?" "...who is, of course, the soul and debita of the life of our Lord Jesus Christ on earth." "And Michele, I must advance you that this slander against my personal life must stop." "You´ll address "His Holiness" as your "Holiness" and kiss his ring without touching it 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 you´ve 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 hadn´t 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!" "Fucking 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." "I´m 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."