Caravaggio Page #3

Much more that you can imagine !

Ive been to others of this parties...

..I was pick on by a talent scout

an evil queen called Ambrogia.

then told:
''If Im 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 f***ing 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 ?

Hes 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, isnt 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 Michelangelos...''

''..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.

Whats wrong with my Madeleine ?

Is my child.

Im pregnant !

CLAVICHORD MUSIC

- Shes pregnant.

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