Passion

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People would think she was happy,

without a blemish on the face or voice.

No one would ever believe

how far she fell into

the excesses of the senses

and the dark calls of sex

that would forever destroy the

insipid pleasures of the flesh

enjoyed by common people.

Escaping the northern mists

she left deserted shores

for they were the stage of

dramatic events.

And the madness and rapture for blood

drove her to the doors of death.

Motherless, George grew up alone.

Waiting for admission at the university,

he moved into the house that his father,

a sanctimonious and stupid old general,

had in that seaside resort.

He was sure that there, during winter,

he would not come to torment him.

He was 18 when he met that girl

who looked like she was the only living creature there.

She was older than him and a great

curiosity started to grow in him.

He started to wait for her,

to follow her,

to spy on her along those

vast shores

often hit by violent and sudden sea storms.

George was paralyzed by the excitement.

She had in her eyes something so

evidently greedy, insatiable,

that every move she made gave rise to

a sense of anguish in him

because he knew that under that dress,

that surely once belonged to her mother,

she was completely naked.

Simone, in her strange fantasy,

hoped he would approach her

to raise the dress from behind up to the hips

because just the thought of being looked at that

way aroused her tremendously.

But she waited in vain.

George was a shy college boy

with no initiative whatsoever

The plates are made to sit on them

didn't you know that?

Do you bet I will sit on the milk plate?

Do you bet I will sit on it?

Do you bet?

Milk is for the p*ssy.

- I bet you won't do it

- Really?

Watch this.

Have you ever thought it could be

something quite pleasant?

It must be fabulous

Look

From there you can't see anything, George.

Come on, come here.

Get closer.

You wouldn't believe me...

It's so fresh

Look from behind

It was the first time he saw

that pink and dark flesh

cooling in the white milk

You've lost the bet

Now you have to lick the milk

Simone!

- What happened?

- I don't know, Simone

- It's unbelievable

- Why? Who is she?

It's Marcelle, the girl from the castle

next door. I recognize her.

I haven't seen her in a long time.

I thought she couldn't leave home

It's true

I remember her at mass when she was young,

sitting with her parents in the reserved places.

She looked like wax, unapproachable

Look. What a beautiful neck

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

Leave me alone!

- You silly...

- It's true

Now I know why they lock her up:

she's crazy.

Simone

- Take them off, come on

- No... they can see us

- Only the seagulls can see us here

- No...

- Take them off... I get it, I have to do it myself

There's someone!

Hey you!

Hey! Come here, dirty pig!

You were spying on us.

Aren't you ashamed of yoursef?

We won't do anything to you.

What are you doing?

Leave me alone!

I don't want... leave me

Enthralled, carried away, astonished and unaware

Like in front of some tides,

some unrestrainable floods.

As hit by a long, exhausting, sweet storm.

An extraordinary, unique, unrepeatable event.

caught them by surprise,

helpless and innocent.

Marcel was coming out of a neglected world

full of nightmares and fears

and they with her, in that desperate

and tender embrace of humanity and nature

they finally found redemption

liberation from the humiliations

and the damnation of the flesh

You see, it's my birthday today.

I come of age.

I'm Honourable, I'm Mayor... I can make

the laws, set free all the housewives

- Well said

- And you, ladies and gentlemen...

eminent idiots I was born from

touch glasses with us. Drink!

Drink, because it will be your last toast

Go back into your tombs, vampires!

- I have a gift for you...

- Simone

the metamorphosis of life

the mystery of existence...

You are a hen, I want to see

how eggs are laid

Hmmm, so many eggs you're laying

This is the biggest of all

A golden egg!

What if the first "chickenman" will be born?

This egg one day...call you mother.

It's no one...

...it's my mother

Simone

- Take this madame

- Don't cry because you can't play with us, my darling

And to think that once you were so...

Simona's mother

was a very good and sweet woman

living in the echo of her past

They said she was a great actress

she already sensed the amorous plays of her daughter

But when she caught her

she just watched dumbfounded

without saying a word

because she didn't belong to

this world anymore

Rest in peace

It is useless for you to choke her, mom

- Let's steal their eggs

- Oh yes.

- Hey, look what I've found

- What's that?

In memory of the marquise Rossana of Paludepaille...

and her daughter Marcelle of Paludepaille...

How strange, this is Marcelle...

... and they say she's dead.

Dad

Sometimes I'm scared

No Marcelle, what scare yous?

I'm trying to win over the

vile havoc of Death

You should be proud of your father.

Like the Egyptians I have my secret

to stop the ravages of time.

You know you look more and more

like you mother, Marcelle

She's what I loved the most

She's always in these walls

Yes

Immortal

And you've got to stay here with us too

I've always loved you

One day we'll get married

and we'll live happily ever after

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