As it often happened with those birds who were deemed geniuses or insupportable trash, the origins of Raffaello Bembibre are uncertain, and get lost in the mists of the onigma.
Probably born somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea, either Ibiza, Calabria, Corsica, Pantelleria or Mahón, patrie of the yellow sauce, the mahonnaise.
The first proven data about his life find him at the age of 8 living in the diminutive town of Olmedo, in the mysterious Sardinia, and -strangely- living alone in an abandoned house, atypical situation for a child.
No-one ever knew his parents, apparently the child Raffaello lived alone in that house since he was a baby
or even before.
His first exposition as multimedia artiste took place in Lampedusa when Raffaello was 15, it was mounted with scarce money, Bembibre invested 22 Lire in curtains, 3 spotlights and a radio cassette recorder: Aiwa.
The exhibition consisted of short performances of 20 minutes executed thrice a day, during the performances 15 butts appeared from behind the curtains, while Julio Iglesias' "Sono un pirata, sono un signore" sounded out loud on the radiocassette:
in the middle of this anomalous scene Raffaello Bembibre appeared unexpectedly from a plastic tube with various buckets replete of diverse substances, like tomato sauce, liquid crap, dulce de leche Gandara, paint, whipped cream, moussaka, cum, helado Laponia, mustard, honey, shampoo, mayonesa Fanacoa and pus.
As soon as appeared, Bembibre splashed all these substances on the glutei, anointing them well with more oil, and fucked 'em live
for this apocalyptic finale he chose another music: Jean-Michel Jarre's "Magnetic Fields" :
the audience escaped indignant and shocked and the spectacle was banned, as Raffaello Bembibre was sent to jail for 10 years.
During his years in the pokey Bembibre was raped 979 times, changed his sex with a grinding machine, and wrote a book: "Mein Kampf", where he explains his struggle to impose the outrage as art.
Master of the contrast and the unpredicatblatabletilytablysitiness, once he was released Raffaello Bembibre journeyed toward Himalayas, ascended mountain, and established his glutei in hermetic temple with contemplative monks for 10 more years.
One afternoon, while sucked a flan prepared with milk of monkey, Bembibre realized that the monastic life was mediocre, and he needed to create a new expression, exclusive vehicle for his art, and perform it according to the rules of the brainlessness:
is here when the "Mediterranean Agapes" are born, insane and ambitious project that Raffaello ruminated, structured and organized studiedly during 8 years, so that when he had every thing needed -including slaves, and a ruinous mansion in Porquerolles, in the Îles d'Hyères that he bought for 900 Francs-, the first Mediterranean Agape was inaugurated.
The agapes took place every Friday (le jour maudit), and soon the flamboyant excesses happening in those performances of 24 hours non-stop attracted the presence of copious audience -who also participated-, and finally, it caught the attention of important jet-set celebrities of the farándula of today, like Philippe Junot, Guillermo Vilas, Prince Rainier and Caroline of Monaco, Jean Paul Desastre, Cacho Castaña, Ilie Nastase, Vangelis, Bianca Jagger, Tinto Brass, Gato Barbieri or Beto Márcico (also known as Beto Mágico).
The price of admission was not fixed, but it never could be inferior to the price of a sánguche de milanesa.
Notwithstanding, some generous personalities often paid voluntarily a high price to enter, like the superintendent of the Casino of Monte Carlo, Maurice Jouvet, who disbursed the astronomical sum of 19.001 Francs every Friday, because he had so much fun.
To be honest, these "Mediterranean agapes" were vulgar orgies where everything was allowed, a zone of free expression aka zona liberada animated by libertines full of vice and fed up of sensations.
The shameful sessions included coituses or cojinches on the tables of the large hall, orchestra playing live, mimes and the bearded woman penetrated with a trunk by 5 dwarves, while on other angle of the building expositions of photography and modernist painting were showed and then splashed with gasoline and burned or simply pulverized with shots of bazooka by Raffaello Bembibre who always repeated that the art is ephemeral.
On the 1st floor there was a large hallway dedicated to a rare practice that Raffaello created: the cock soaping, where the gentleman assisted to receive relaxing cock soapings performed spontaneously for any female guest who was in the mood, because it all was a mutual interactive show, so wisely devised by Raffaello Bembibre, and even sculptors assisted to these meetings, and one of them carved a statue of Raffaello with an erect dick, like the Roman god Faunus.
And in the cock soaping room constantly sounded the soundtrack of "Amarcord" by Nino Rota, and the curtains of gauze were anointed with Johnson's® baby oil, and the italianized breeze blown by Æolus on la Camargue entered through the windows bringing the steely fragrance of the Tyrrhenian Sea into the bursted vestible whose floor was all covered in cum and bubbles.
The 2nd floor provided a clubroom for the fun of the ladies, with a collection of sensationally hard dildos, slaves with fat cocks, and even vibrators made of cheese
is in this bedroom where the most amoral wives joined unleashing their degeneracy, and some likewise dared to practice the dissolute girl-on-girl, and the prohibited cunt sucking, and Raffaello Bembibre observed and filmed everything on VHS dolby stereo with his Panasonic camera made in Singapore.
The third and last floor corresponded to a mixture of the rest, where the ludic was blended with the pornographic, and the artistic was tinged with the atrosious.
Is in this room, whose walls were painted in a celestial or celestiaga tone, where the north winds blew stronger in the nights of the spring, pushing the inclement gelidity through the always open windoors and, in a sort of butterfly effect, that boisterous, dare one say patibulary winds, inflated the fragile walls of the cabinet, which was built in 1904 by an Italian architect with extremely thin bricks.
It happened in the middle of a stormy night of January when dantesque scenes were seen in the 3rd floor, when the archpriest of Caserta, Aaron Rabinovich, entered the place with a huge crucifix to exorcize everybody because of libertinage, impurity and indecent music (probably reported by some bitter neighbor):
the first thing the venerable Catholic prelate saw was Raffaello Bembibre fucking a piano while 2 metres away Lady GaGa was impaled by the musicians of the orchestra in its entirety, with 12 cocks in her mouth
as background music or
As it often happened with those birds who were deemed geniuses or insupportable, the epilogues of Raffaello Bembibre are uncertain, and get lost in the mists of the onigma.
Some state that Bembibre was fulminated along with his manor of profligacy by 2 lightnings sent by St. Paul Unprejudiced to castigate his intemperance
the lightnings were these:
No-one knew with certainty the destiny of Raffaello Bembibre, multimedia artist, nada. Todo, he simply was not seen again in Europe.
Maybe he found refuge in some savage colony, like the mysterious Brazil, or the Papua-New Guinea, where the men drink the water in ebullition.
The lightnings were hanged from the town hall of Porquerolles
by the Christmas itself were hanged, with devoutness in its eyes.
Every time we pass by they stop shining, in benevolent avoidance, como esquivando un mal menor.
*And so in the book of the days was written, before, that he met the funeral of his white mother in the night of Heaven.
And other things I said, and other things you said
and still every thing that went untold
and still every bit that went undone.
Do you believe it in your mind?
~Selah.
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