Safe European home, so close and so far at the same time, part of my blood and my bones; estranged, like the coffee of Marcello Mastroianni getting slowly cold in black & white.
Who are you? Remember me whenever you feel, sad...
minimal atomic garden, safe European home anyway.
It's a hot day in Rome, the July of our summer
the paralytic dogs urinate the apple trees near Piazza Navona, and its fountains full of dry excrements overflow in fractured dreams: Eurocine and cigarettes, cinematographically white.
A continental wave from the Sahara brings modulations in the Sirocco, which swirl enraged over les Thermes de Caracalla, like 100 Egyptian demons.
And it's a movie in Rome, the movie of our summer
Rome has always been a movie of (our) summer
an European movie of 1978:
what is this? I don't know you.
Action:
Just arrived from the island of Capri, the young king Caligula shows signs of venereal disease
his sister Drusilla nurses him, her milk brings him back to health prodigiously.
The obscure High Priest of Rome observes in silence, who is that man?
His eyes hide something obscure
his tall hat calls for the thunders of the sky
his feminine toga hides a body undermined by the vices:
With effeminate voice he calls these two eunuchs to assist him before the libation:
the bald servants soap his flaccid penis under the estival toga.
From the heights of the studio, huge ventilators roar, making the flies fly, maddened.
Sinister, the High Priest sips fresh sangría from a cup of gold with affected gesture
from the shadows, the High Priest of the city knows
he knows everything:
which happens, and which doesn't... happen.
From the shadows he blessed the incest of the king and his sister.
And also blessed the ritual prostitution of the Priestess of Isis, goddess of fornication.
After the banquet, the nefand personage -jokingly- pretends to poison Caligula in front of the court
the young king is absent minded observing Drusilla and the centurions copulate
cut.
In the next scene Caligula walks the Roman streets, disguised as a whore.
Caligula then causes a disturbance after watching an amateur performance of buffoons mocking his relationship with Drusilla:
After a brief stay in a city jail, the king Caligula proclaims himself a god.
the High Priest blesses his deification, and organizes an orgy at the Temple of Astarte, the Semitic.
Three elephants, some panthers and six Phoenician women are brought to the temple, to give Drusilla sex: from his throne, settled on a patform that reaches 40 metres in height, the god Caligula observes the orgy
the giant tiramisu from Corsica arrives in the hall, settled on an immense silvery plate that's hauled by harpies
the king god Caligula jumps on the tiramisu, like a Soviet athlete, plunging straight down in the middle of the huge dessert of cake and chantilly... overjoyed, the king god Caligula fills her sister Drusilla's cunt with cream and starts sucking it
During the next scene, the High Priest blesses this cunnilingus, while a sudden typhoon is unleashed in the skies of Rome: the High Priest glorifies the calamity pronouncing a somber panegyric full of obscenities, meanwhile, in the hall, the orgy goes on, enigmatic
cut.
It's a hot day in Rome, the July of our parents' summer
the disgusting smells of the city start to rise from the Cloaca Maxima
And Rome is a movie of 1978, in 35 mm.
Additional pornographic footage was cropped from the director's cut
the obscure personage still controls everything from the shadows: he is the master of reality of an empire that has turned into an absolute insanity
I am almost sure that out there, near Piazza Spagna, the ocelots of dry mud are shattered by the Sirocco, African and brutal.
And it's a movie in Rome, the movie of our summer
Rome has always been a movie of (our) summer
an European movie of 1978:
what is this? I don't know you.
Action:
Just arrived from the island of Capri, the young king Caligula shows signs of venereal disease
his sister Drusilla nurses him, her milk brings him back to health prodigiously.
The obscure High Priest of Rome observes in silence, who is that man?
His eyes hide something obscure
his tall hat calls for the thunders of the sky
his feminine toga hides a body undermined by the vices:
With effeminate voice he calls these two eunuchs to assist him before the libation:
the bald servants soap his flaccid penis under the estival toga.
From the heights of the studio, huge ventilators roar, making the flies fly, maddened.
Sinister, the High Priest sips fresh sangría from a cup of gold with affected gesture
from the shadows, the High Priest of the city knows
he knows everything:
which happens, and which doesn't... happen.
From the shadows he blessed the incest of the king and his sister.
And also blessed the ritual prostitution of the Priestess of Isis, goddess of fornication.
After the banquet, the nefand personage -jokingly- pretends to poison Caligula in front of the court
the young king is absent minded observing Drusilla and the centurions copulate
cut.
In the next scene Caligula walks the Roman streets, disguised as a whore.
Caligula then causes a disturbance after watching an amateur performance of buffoons mocking his relationship with Drusilla:
After a brief stay in a city jail, the king Caligula proclaims himself a god.
the High Priest blesses his deification, and organizes an orgy at the Temple of Astarte, the Semitic.
Three elephants, some panthers and six Phoenician women are brought to the temple, to give Drusilla sex: from his throne, settled on a patform that reaches 40 metres in height, the god Caligula observes the orgy
the giant tiramisu from Corsica arrives in the hall, settled on an immense silvery plate that's hauled by harpies
the king god Caligula jumps on the tiramisu, like a Soviet athlete, plunging straight down in the middle of the huge dessert of cake and chantilly... overjoyed, the king god Caligula fills her sister Drusilla's cunt with cream and starts sucking it
During the next scene, the High Priest blesses this cunnilingus, while a sudden typhoon is unleashed in the skies of Rome: the High Priest glorifies the calamity pronouncing a somber panegyric full of obscenities, meanwhile, in the hall, the orgy goes on, enigmatic
cut.
It's a hot day in Rome, the July of our parents' summer
the disgusting smells of the city start to rise from the Cloaca Maxima
And Rome is a movie of 1978, in 35 mm.
Additional pornographic footage was cropped from the director's cut
the obscure personage still controls everything from the shadows: he is the master of reality of an empire that has turned into an absolute insanity
I am almost sure that out there, near Piazza Spagna, the ocelots of dry mud are shattered by the Sirocco, African and brutal.
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