All language subtitles for Ars Amandi - Art of Love 1983

A few days later...

Who is this?

Macario Scalifano Surbano.

Why this crowd?

They are coming back.

Not for long, just a week.

They say they will come back for the galley.

How is it?

What are you looking at?

You too!

Let's go.

If there is someone among you who doesn't know the art of love yet...

read my poem.

And if you are an expert...

make new love.

You see, he promises well.

I won't lie to you, Apollo, that you inspire me.

You didn't tell me to sing like a bird...

to tell me about karma and experience.

So follow the expert's advice.

What I sing is the truth.

And you, mother of love...

do as much as I try...

and you will be blessed.

Go to the tenui bende in the sign of the pudor...

and cover the foot with every long sole.

I sing to certain lovers and to cunning ones.

No crime will touch my karma.

So bend it with your prayers.

Finally, let your love last for a long time.

Here is my song, here are the limits I set.

Here is the arena where my chariot will soar.

Here is the goal where my burning wheels will soar.

As long as you are free...

and you can go wherever you want...

choose the woman you can say...

I like you alone.

She at your feet...

will not come to you like from heaven.

You will have to look for her with your own eyes.

The hunter knows where the net is waiting for the deer.

He who throws the blade knows well the waters...

where the fish swim.

Come.

Cornelius!

Cornelius?

Did someone call Cornelius?

Our telephone.

He's crazy, he doesn't know what he's saying.

It's been a while.

I know.

Listen, our telephone is dead.

Yes, it always comes back to you when you see your sword.

It's cold at night.

I dreamed that the cruel danger...

burned in the bronze hole he made himself.

It was just a nightmare.

You have to go out, walk in contact with nature...

May the gods protect you, my dear.

And be good to my mother.

Of course, dear. We both agree.

Cleo.

Hello.

What two girls?

Claudia and Cleo.

I never thought about it.

Hello.

Stop.

Come.

What a handsome soldier.

Come.

Let's get rid of this ugly man.

My beautiful child.

My son.

Be good to my wife, mother.

Don't worry, we both give the perfect wool...

from morning to night, my dear Micmac.

And pay attention to Telefon.

His memory is still good. He can serve for a long time.

Don't worry.

The soldier's destiny is to return...

when no one foresees it.

Such is my destiny.

And the destiny of the humble matrons...

is to wait, and wait, and wait.

This is what happened to me.

May the gods be with you, mother.

May the gods be with you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The master ordered the mother to keep an eye on Telefon.

That bird is completely crazy.

Yes, I have enough.

It's time to finish it. With the spies.

Yes, and we will be responsible for it, right?

And the cat?

It's a pig, he kidnapped it.

Three feathers.

Here's what's left of Telefon.

These birds make a lot of noise, but they don't see very far.

Like chickens.

The mother is calling me.

I'm coming, ma'am.

I'm coming, ma'am.

Who is this bird?

It's the parrot of our neighbor.

No, no, don't hurt it.

It's a gift from Matarius Urbarius to his wife.

Leave it alone.

It's your friend's property.

Please, leave it.

What did this parrot do to you?

Shut up.

No, no.

I'll cut your head and tail.

You dare to come to my house.

Here, in the house of the eagles.

Do you understand?

You'll see what awaits you.

I'll teach you how to swim.

Poor thing.

He must tremble at night.

These students know how to warm up.

I wonder what you find in this Cornelius.

It's not beautiful, it's not rich.

But I love him, I like him.

He lives in a narrow, frozen pit,

which he calls home.

And the students can't stay quiet,

and that's boring.

And you too, who are looking for a woman,

and for a long love,

choose first the places

where in the crowd you can find them.

Rome can give you so many such women

that you can say

In summer, when the days are hot,

go and walk in the shade of Pompeii's gates.

There you can admire ancient paintings.

Go and contemplate the Danaids,

their father standing with a sword in his hand,

when they were preparing the death of their poor cousins.

Don't forget even the Sabines,

kidnapped by the soldiers of Romulus.

And the Aedas, with Jupiter disguised as a swan.

With a swan?

Do you think it's possible?

We have to ask our neighbor, the black widow.

She has a swan in her garden.

It's horrible.

The Romans kidnapped the Sabines

and forced them to marry them.

My late husband, the black counselor,

kidnapped me when I was 16.

He was a real man.

Mine is still alive,

but it's as if he died ten years ago.

It's the place where you can satisfy your desires.

You will find a beauty that will seduce you,

another that will be just a whim for you,

and finally,

one with whom you want to settle.

You're not ashamed, are you?

Come closer to her,

as close as you can.

Nothing goes against it.

Find an excuse at that moment

to start the conversation,

but in the first moments,

make up for the trivialities.

Oh!

Excuse me.

It's nothing.

If you find a grain of dust on her neck,

take it off as soon as you touch her skin.

It's not there?

Pretend it is.

Miss, there is dust on your shoulder.

Let me take it off.

Everything must serve as an excuse for gallantry.

Women come here to be seen,

but above all, to be seen.

It's impossible to tell you a thousand places

for hunting women.

It would be easier to count the arena at sea.

Up to here, on the chariot of my alternating verses,

Thalia has taught you

where you choose the woman you will love,

who you must love,

and where you have to cast your nets.

Now I begin to tell you

how you will take the one you like the most,

This is a work of art,

but more subtle.

Men, whoever you are, wherever you are,

listen to me carefully.

All together, listen to what I promise you.

First of all,

be sure

that there is no woman in the world

who cannot become yours.

And you will have her

as long as you know how to cast your nets.

The birds will be silent in spring,

the cicadas in summer,

before a woman knows how to refuse

to someone who knows how to cover her with caresses.

She gives in, and gives in more than she wants.

Like a man, so he enjoys the woman,

the stealthy pleasure.

If for the first time we did not ask for more mercy of kisses,

the woman, won, would ask for you.

Along the shady valleys and the slopes,

sweet of the Ida,

a white bull is true,

the glory of the Armento.

As soon as I touch a tenuous,

black plume between the horns,

a single one is the mark.

Every other part,

it changes completely.

For him,

from love to ulterior motives,

and then,

and jealous,

he hated beautiful young women.

Look how in front of him,

he runs on the soft grass,

he thinks he is more seductive.

Madam, did you call me?

No, no, it's nothing.

Won by such a passion,

nothing stops him.

Here, from a bull,

the Re Minos won.

This,

is how much the love of a woman unleashes.

The love of a woman

is more furious than ours.

It's more lively.

So, go ahead,

ardent and without doubt,

you can choose all the women for yourself.

Get out!

I didn't say that.

Yes, you did.

Offended.

Thank you, you are kind.

Tonight you will find the letter under the door.

He told me that I am unable to understand

the deep meaning of Ovid's speech.

Get out!

What's going on?

The clothes of the adorers of your daughter-in-law, Madam.

You are faithful to my son, aren't you?

A saint, Madam.

And even then, you will have to try,

when offended, a lover will cry.

Here you are, ready.

By your means, you will have your revenge.

Marcia, Claudia,

don't mix with our love.

Cornelius loves me.

And I love Cornelius.

The whole of Rome will know this truth.

No, it's not true.

I swear on Priam, Madam.

Cornelius never lies.

It's not an invention of that idiot.

I assure you, Cornelius never lies.

He loves me, really.

Then he must avenge me.

He must kill me.

Oh, Priam, do it so that another lover may like my mistress,

and that Cornelius becomes mine.

I like it, it's done for me.

I will make an offer for this today itself,

and also next Thursday.

I don't like to go through burrows, through narrow alleys.

And under my guidance,

I don't want anyone to fall into the trap.

If, however, with her,

while she brings you or you, she comes to take messages,

she puts desire in your body,

and not only because she is so faithful and diligent,

but because she is still beautiful and appetizing,

you drink first the pleasure of the mistress,

then you think of her,

but this comes later.

Every new love of yours never begins with the bait.

The poet Ovid is not mistaken in saying

that what prevents husbands from loving their wives

is being able to see them as much as they like.

It's not our case, fortunately.

Dear friend, did you hear that?

Ah, yes.

Fortunately, the telephone is there.

To the man more often happens to betray.

Really, to look well,

a shy girl gets stained with the guilt of a prostitute.

What's going on?

Do you want to know?

They are not just words.

You yourself pronounce them and you don't believe us.

Why did you leave your wife with a guard,

a cane, and not a dog?

Because I'm sure of my wife,

but I'm not sure of any man, whoever he is.

But look, your choice, as if by chance,

has fallen on a parrot.

And not certainly on a swan.

Nothing stopped at Luton.

The march continues.

Direction Mediolanum, Rome.

At your orders, Prime Minister.

Sephora, can you swear it?

Supriapus, Signora.

Swear.

I swear on the favorite attributes of my favorite god...

To keep the secret.

To keep the secret.

Until death.

And to wash my back with the rice straw brush,

once.

And to wash my back with the brush, once.

The rice straw brush, once.

But it hurts!

The rice straw brush, once, I said.

With the rice straw brush, once.

Once the mission is over.

Once I have finished the mission.

Before going up to Cornelius, you will buy some flour.

The white one...

The white one...

As always.

Stupid moron!

If you move now, I'll sell you to the flea market.

You will wash your back three times, of course.

What you swore, you swore, Signora.

I am free to write to you in secret.

I'll be waiting for you, my love, again tonight.

A reception will be given to celebrate the return of our soldiers from Gaul.

You will be introduced to my husband.

Is Signora's mother sleeping?

Of course, Signora.

I have doubled the dose.

So the attention of my guards will be distracted.

Stop it!

You tickle my back.

I can scratch the ethyl.

My passion has reached its peak.

Finished.

And the signature? You don't sign today, Signora?

No, I'm afraid.

Anyway, Mr. Cornelius knows well who he belongs to.

There is no one. I have closed all the doors.

Above all, never pronounce my name.

No, Signora, nowhere.

And I'll wash my back four times.

Run, run, run, my love.

Flavius, Flavius.

And in your eyes, with your eyes fixed on her in love.

Often in silence.

The face speaks for itself.

And every food you take with your fingers,

you take it too.

Touch that food with your hand.

It's an old road, and perhaps the most certain.

Betraying someone else, pretending to be a friend.

The beaten road is certain.

Even if the road is cut off suddenly.

When you are in love with someone,

you will go.

The lime and the place will allow you to get to her.

Go among the lime.

As much as you can, sit down,

and lightly touch her side with a finger.

The foot lightly touches her with your foot.

I will give you the right measure to drink.

This one.

May your mind and your foot always be ready.

And above all, avoid the many quarrels that force the wine.

Nor use hands that are easy to scratch.

Are you satisfied with your parrot?

Are you completely satisfied with your parrot?

Oh, it's a bird like all the others.

Oh, I understand.

It is impossible not to love the gift of your husband.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Eurydice died drinking, you fool.

Too much wine offers.

The table and the wine are more suitable for sweet jokes.

Sing if you have a voice.

If you feel, dance.

With all that you can like, you like.

Some time ago in Egypt you had a lover who needed the water of the Nile to seduce you.

The water of the Nile?

What did he do with it?

With the water of the Nile or special containers, he put...

the water of the Nile.

Finally, it's time to talk.

Run away from here, you rotten smell.

The poison helps and the fortune together, who knows how to dare.

Where is my husband, Macarius?

Often those who pretend to be dead fall in love.

I thought it was a game to be a lover.

Then where did it come from?

No!

Who then, if he is not stupid, ignores the art of mixing words with kisses?

He may refuse.

And then the kisses, take them by force.

If he reacts, if for the first time he tells you that you are crazy,

believe me, he wants nothing more than to resist, to be won together.

I dreamed of cards.

Did you win the battle?

No.

It was an unfair fight.

I was alone.

You alone?

If the general finds me here, he will castrate me.

Never!

You are undressed, it is certainly not hot tonight.

I undressed to receive you.

You know perfectly well that I hate it.

What is this rag?

I found it on the street.

I know this smell.

Garlic mixed with the sweat of Montone.

It's Rufus's.

No!

I don't know Rufus!

Shut up!

Or I'll kill you!

It's over.

It's over.

For the law.

Unfaithful wife.

A husband has not only the right to kill her, but the duty to do so.

Yes, dear.

The Roman law, the most just of all the laws of the world,

forces us to kill a woman who goes to bed with another.

Do you understand?

Don't say anything more.

But maybe your ear can hear.

And maybe your eye can still see.

Poor thing.

Poor thing.

You were right, you know.

One day I will be emperor.

And very soon...

Here is the divine armor.

Adored by the kings.

I will be emperor.

I am emperor.

Look, look.

I am the emperor!

I am emperor!

It's over.

But women are so different.

I want to tell you again.

To a thousand hearts, you reach a thousand ways.

So the vine does not always produce the same fruit.

This one gives the vine.

This one the olive.

Here the plum trees bloom in the high sun.

There are as many faces as there are different hearts in the world.

Only the wise one knows how to adapt.

And so, as a proteus,

thin will know how to shrink,

and soft, like a wave,

or will be a lion,

or a plant,

or a wild boar.

You have to act in the same way for every age.

If you do the expert with the naivety,

or assault the shameful too boldly,

they will be afraid of you.

You will be afraid.

It often happens that with her who already puts you in an honest lover,

in the arms of one more vile.

Be kind if you want to be loved.

But this alone is not enough for you, the face is beauty.

If you want to keep the good of your woman,

to find yourself one day left by her,

skills of ingenuity add to the beauty.

She is a fragile gift.

Time passes,

with time she passes,

she disappears,

of her own duration it is consumed.

Always be ready to offer her the stool,

when she comes down from the well-turned bed.

Or at the delicate foot,

put the sandal in time,

or return.

I do not advise you to give much to your woman.

They are modest gifts,

but if you are modest,

choose them carefully,

know how to offer them.

Although rich,

the woman likes a barbarian.

And when he dances,

he admires his arms.

His voice praises him if he sings.

And when he has finished,

he says,

what a pity!

And finally he praises his arms,

what is your pleasure,

and everything that offers you at night.

Maybe even more violent than Medusa,

it will become sweeter,

and more benign,

for the lover.

Often towards autumn,

when the year shines of the most golden season,

and the grape swells with purple or juice,

we sometimes feel the first colds,

while the heat still weakens us,

and the air still pollutes the body.

I hope your woman will be well,

but if she lies sick in bed,

because of the bad mood of the weather,

clearly show her your pain.

See your love.

Seed,

is the moment,

what you will then sow with full force.

Never show any annoyance,

nor intolerance to the boring cares.

Watch the loving hand of your hand.

Do everything it will allow you.

That she sees you crying often,

that you do not mind offering her your mouth,

and with burning and thirsty lips,

drink your tears.

Often, some old woman,

who with trembling hands,

bringing sulfur and eggs,

purifies the room in her.

In this,

she will see the pleasant signs

of your constant love.

And several times,

she impregnates the heart

in good luck,

and no longer knows the right measure.

Thus,

it impregnates the heart

in a safe love,

and it becomes slow.

Cornelius!

Your woman always makes you feel fear.

Reignite her warm heart,

that doubts of life

become pale.

I was fortunate, and a thousand,

and a thousand times with him,

the one of whom the woman,

because offended,

mourns him.

And not as soon as it fades,

I was with him,

without whom he wanted

and could not live.

No, no!

Whoever is wise,

will win in love,

and will reach for my art

everything he wants.

I despise the embrace

of the man who does not pleasure

both himself and his beloved

at the same time.

I despise the woman who gives in

because she feels she must,

the pleasure given

by such a coupling

gives me no pleasure.

I want no woman to feel

duty-bound toward me.

The cry of love must give birth

to itself, its warm lips

of a lady in love.

I want her to tell me

to go quickly,

or to do it more slowly.

Or that I see her

with blurred eyes

and all delirious.

I have to say it

Stop, stop!

I can't take no more.

The fingers will know

how to move there

where the hidden love

infuses its arrows sharply.

It is not convenient,

believe me,

to accelerate the extreme pleasure,

but slowly

you have to delay it

with refined indulgence.

Do not allow useless modesty

to withhold the magic

of your caresses.

You will see your beloved's eyes

film over with the sheen

of trebulous and dainty lust

as the sun's rays rise back

from the surface of the planet.

Nothing else follows

that love slips away.

I will guide the woman

only in the art of making herself love.

Never did the woman know

to look at herself

from the flames

of the cruel arrows of love.

The weapon of God

To the man more often

it happens to betray.

Never to look well

the tender girl

is stained with the guilt

of a fraud.

And already until now

keep in mind

that old age will come.

So it will not pass

without any fruit

your time.

If you can still,

if still your time

is spring,

enjoy life.

Similarity flees

in the years of a fugitive.

The wave that has already passed

no longer returns.

The time that has already passed

no longer returns.

Enjoy life.

The time that has already passed

The time will come

when you will run

the lovers from the ground

cold in the night

you will lie old

in your bed alone.

In the nightingales

they will break your door

and in the morning

on the threshold

you will say

thank you and do not refuse

to those who bravely go.

The iron is consumed

in the long run

the stone is reached.

That part resists well in you

do not be afraid of it.

Who would be afraid

to dry from the deep sea

the infinite water?

And then there is among you

who still says

the cupid amateur

is forbidden.

I begin with the care of your body

gift of God

and beauty.

But how many can boast of it?

Most of you

can not boast of this gift.

How good it is with you, Mother Nature

that if it offends you

it gives you so many means

to repair the offenses.

Uselessly we men

we try to hide.

Unmerciful age

tears our hair

they all fall like leaves in the wind.

With herbs of Germania

makes the woman disappear

every canizia.

Her hair is more beautiful and dyed

than if it were true.

But that the lover

never hangs you

in the air.

I'm going to tell the lady.

I do not receive anyone.

Who would not be disgusted

to see your face scattered

especially the face

when it flows and drips

between the two piles of hay?

No, sir, the lady

does not receive anyone.

Or show at most

the hair still loose

if the lights flood your shoulders.

I told you it's not here.

No, no, I'm here.

Leave the slave in peace.

I hate with her

that for nothing she scratches

and that by hand she tears off the forks

and inflicts her angry in the arms.

And learn to walk

with a garb as is convenient for a woman.

The bearing is so much part

in your thanks.

Rejects or calls

those who do not know you.

Leave the naked part of the shoulder

on the left

and the upper part of the arm.

This gives

especially if the skin

is candida of snow.

At this sight

I am attracted

irresistibly to cover

under that shoulder

as far as it is discovered

in every part.

What is hidden remains unknown.

Nobody wants it.

Beauty unknown

does not bear fruit.

Good morning, sir.

Come into your room.

But...

Come back into your room!

Cornelius!

Do not be afraid, Cornelius!

We did not do anything criminal!

And now I am ashamed to continue,

but my intimate Venus is divine.

It is precisely all that makes redden

our precious cure.

So learn to know yourself well.

Use postures according to your wishes.

Not all young people have the same way.

You

sit on the pine tree

if you have a beautiful face.

Offer your shoulders

if your shoulders like it.

You, instead

whose wrinkles

the Lord pierces the belly

make the horse turn.

And you,

ride

if you are near.

Andromaca,

never as tall as she was,

rode on the horse's roof.

You, whose leg is still young and fresh

and beautiful in the breast

without defect,

lie down oblique

along the edge of the bed.

The man on his feet.

Do not have a bad reputation

and inconvenience

to melt the hair

as a woman of the head.

Spread

your hair

bend your head.

If you have any faith in an art

that I have learned a long time ago

have faith in me.

You will be my bait

to give you certainty.

Feel the woman languid

and the pleasure to run her

for all the cradles

exchangeably reaches you together.

Do not hide in pleasure

ardent words.

Sweet words and frequent rings

discover your pleasure.

I am ashamed.

There are things I can not say.

I block this exit.

You over there.

Let's go.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Help me.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

It is the truth.

He is a man without shame.

I swear on the child I gave birth to.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Go.

No.

Push.

Again.

Push.

Two handsome men.

Attention.

She is running away. Stop her.

Let her go.

Let them all go.

Stop her.

I sing

I have my recipe

I have no right

to touch my flesh.

I protest.

Publis.

Aurelius.

Naso.

Damn!

Help!

It was you who called for help.

Ursula, sorry.

I had a horrible dream last night.

I travelled all night.

Did you sleep here?

I travelled all night. From Rome. 1600 km from here.

From Rome? Would you like a coffee?

Yes, thank you.

You should never travel so long alone. A woman...

I'm not the one to decide.

Here.

Thank you.

What is it? A parrot?

I'm talking!

What a strange bird.

It's a gift for my teacher.

Are you studying?

I'm part of an archaeological expedition.

In search of the past.

I think I've already seen it somewhere.

Impossible.

I never confess.

She's mean.

But I did my studies in Rome, so it's not impossible that...

She's mean.

I remember this face too.

You know, there are only 80 morphological types on Earth.

I woke up thanks to you. Thank you.

Did you have an accident?

No, it's just a tire on the ground.

Do you want me to take you home?

Thank you. You're so kind.

I'll take my spurs too.

No, no, it's here, next to me.

Yes.

Your trophies are abundant.

I have to leave the manuscript in Paris tomorrow, the last day before the deadline.

Pompeii?

Villa delle Nozze d'Argento.

Excellent photography.

All the photos were taken by Professor D'Orbesson for my book.

What title will it have?

The mural painting of the cities of Vesuvius.

Read the messenger.

I bought it yesterday. I wanted to go to the cinema.

But I haven't opened it yet.

Do you want to take it?

With pleasure, thank you.

News of our capital.

Don't forget your spurs.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you again.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

What's your son's name?

Numerus Dispari.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Victor!

Pompeii.

Professor of Sorbonne, murdered by his assistant for jealousy.

Claudine Cartier, the young collaborator of Professor D'Orbesson.

Already known for having written the book, the mural painting to Pompeii.

Thief of the Villa delle Nozze d'Argento, where they found the body of Professor D'Orbesson.

Arnie Corneille, the young historian.

An hour after killing the professor, he turned himself in to the police,

declaring his guilt.

Claudine Cartier, the beautiful archaeologist of Sorbonne.

Object of love and jealousy of his colleague.

I still don't know anything about the death of Professor D'Orbesson.

He is currently traveling on a Land Rover to France.

He was my spiritual father.

I owe everything to him, but I killed him.

I committed a crime for jealousy.

I decided to eliminate the origin of Claudine's dreams.

The professor had taken too much place in his imagination.