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"Your eyes are vacant," the actress said to me.

But my passion for freedom still burned bright.

"Because life is so vast that you get lost everywhere."

Direct...

from Versailles!

Quite a gift, huh?

So that when she sleeps, she can travel.

- It's too much, Commander. - Nonsense.

Am I not godfather to Raimondo and this unborn girl?

- We don't know if it's a girl. - It's a girl!

I know these things.

Nice, huh?

Beautiful.

Cry!

Cry and push!

Go on, push!

Push!

It's a girl!

I told you,

I know these things.

Tomorrow, big party at my house!

What shall we call her?

What shall we call her?

Parthenope!

Let's call her Parthenope.

Do you agree?

You're a goddess.

You didn't answer.

Do you agree?

Of course, I do.

A cigarette after a swim in the sea

is far better than after a swim in a pool.

Do you know why, Sandrì?

No. Do you?

I'm still too young to grasp such subtleties.

Where's Raimondo?

Spring is here.

So?

They've gone to see Naples get undressed.

Shall we go?

May I come inside?

No.

But you may circle the carriage.

Shall we get engaged?

Can you see the future out there?

It's bigger than me and you.

When do you get these thoughts?

When I travel,

in my carriage.

What are you thinking about?

What are you thinking about?

Ascione Franco.

Professor,

may I go to the restroom?

You piss and shit before coming to university.

Sit down.

People say he's mean because his son is very sick.

What do you know that I don't?

Nothing.

Exactly.

Di Sangro Parthenope.

What a honey!

Good morning.

Gouliane's three main points?

1: The individual. 2: The situation one is in.

3: The way one copes with it.

And Althusser?

Althusser is of a different mind.

Like determinists,

structuralists and culturologists,

he sees the anthropological moment as ideological.

- That doesn't interest me. - Then what does?

Gouliane: a culture is a mix of material and spiritual values,

a response to the sum of existential problems.

From procuring food, it arrives at artistic creation.

Not only do I agree with it, but it moves me.

Is what I said so trivial it makes you laugh?

You know everything: A.

I don't know anything, but I like everything.

What don't you know?

What anthropology is.

With honours, too!

What is anthropology, Professor Marotta?

Young people want answers,

without knowing how to ask questions.

- You're not satisfied? - No.

That was merely a clever comeback.

Anthropology is the science that studies human nature

from a morphological and psychological perspective.

Is that the real answer?

No, it's the answer you're allowed.

Lévi-Strauss, first phase?

Thank you.

The Commander always wins!

Well?

Have you decided?

Sorry to disappoint you,

but working for you and learning my father's job

isn't for me.

When your father retires,

you could run my shipping company.

I'm not like Dad.

But you need a job.

Raimondo, you're a grown-up now.

Let me work on one of your ships,

one headed to the Baltic Sea, as a deckhand.

You're in the most beautiful place in the world,

why go somewhere cold?

You can't be happy in the most beautiful place in the world.

For the Commander, without salt.

Porridge, hooray!

Can't we have ragù for once?

Tradition: my mum was English.

You're from Milan! A cutlet or risotto with osso buco?

Parthè, what are you reading?

John Cheever.

Alcoholic, depressed, marvellous.

You're young.

I don't get it, why do you bother with American problems?

Have you started university?

Anthropology.

An A with honours from Professor Marotta, a marvellous man.

When you're young, everything is marvellous.

When you grow up, everything becomes dull.

What a burst of optimism!

The certainty of reality makes us dull.

Got it?

Sasà is sensitive: it's his idea

to give one shoe before voting and the other after.

Another great show of sensitivity.

The speeches he wrote for me!

He's a genius with words and numbers.

I've always showered him with money.

I became mayor of Naples thanks to him.

Where'd you burn yourself?

Here.

Let's take on the porridge.

"Take on" is the right expression.

Porridge is a battle.

How is it?

It tastes like mahogany.

Parthè,

if I were forty years younger, would you marry me?

The real question is another, Commander.

What?

If I were forty years older, would you marry me?

You're a cheeky thing.

Your brother Raimondo is fragile.

Like me.

Raimondo sees everything.

Raimondo knows everything.

Done.

Bottom line?

A profit of 1.3 billion.

Sasà, come here.

Big party at my house Saturday night.

Sasà,

who the hell is that?

Arturo.

No, his name's Gianni. One of Parthenope's boyfriends.

Kids, any plans for summer?

Capri.

Real Neapolitans never go to Capri,

they're either too poor or too lazy.

You're not getting a cent.

So what, I want to date Alba Nardella,

and she always goes there.

Who's she?

Miss Sexy Legs of Portofino. A goddess.

Let's go to the beach!

I have to finish my yoga.

Let's go to Capri.

You, me and Sandrino.

We always say it, but we never go.

- With what money? - The money we don't have.

Where will we sleep?

Wherever.

What a foolish idea.

Let yourself go.

The bar's always open. We're young.

Let yourself go.

Let yourself go.

Miss.

Given that you're not guests at our hotel,

it's time

for you and your brother to vacate the premises.

If she leaves, we're all leaving.

I was joking.

What's wrong, Sandrì?

Where shall we sleep tonight?

Who knows.

In the meantime, Silvana Piscitelli's throwing a party.

Miss, excuse me.

He...

He...

wishes to invite you to a picnic.

What a foolish idea.

He's never heard of restaurants?

What shall I say?

That I'm eating with my American friend.

If you want to be sure,

become an actress.

But I'm studying anthropology.

You'd make the perfect star.

I'm Lidia Rocca, talent agent.

I only represent big-name stars.

You'd need acting classes.

Here's my number,

and the number of the best acting coach in Naples:

Flora Malva.

Please call her.

Thanks.

I'll think about it.

He...

wants to know when you two can meet.

He'd love to take you for a helicopter ride.

He'll have to wait.

How long?

There's the rub:

no one knows.

Yesterday, in the piazza, Alba Nardella smiled at me.

So, the great man has come down from his helicopter.

Since you wouldn't come up...

Will I have to wait much longer?

I'll finish dancing to this song and we'll go.

Alba Nardella?

That's me.

I was looking for you.

And have you found me?

I hope so.

That's my house.

Some shellfish?

Better not.

I hear cholera's struck in Naples because of mussels.

But these are from Normandy.

They fooled you, that's what they tell rich people.

Are you always so quick-witted?

I try to be.

I read and study a lot.

What a good girl.

First, let's look at the summer.

What are you thinking about?

I can't sleep with you just to be polite.

Is that the only reason you'd sleep with me?

To be polite?

Don't you find that desire is a mystery,

and sex is its funeral?

I wouldn't say so.

Anyway, I get it. No problem.

I've disappointed you.

Really, it's no problem.

You're not such a big deal, after all.

Before,

at the picnic,

you weren't thinking about anything,

because you're not smart.

Parthè, you're a goddess!

Did I do something wrong?

Can we talk a little?

She's not in love with you.

But I am. Always have been.

Why?

Because she always bolts.

What is she thinking about?

Coming up with a witty answer.

Want to dance?

Sorry.

Let's get out of here.

What is it?

Cholera.

Cholera has broken out.

What do you want?

Could you be my thesis adviser?

Do you have a subject in mind?

I'd like...

You'd like?

"The anthropological reasons behind suicide".

Why?

Because...

Because my brother...

Look at me.

I'll never judge you,

and you'll never judge me.

Is that a pact?

The subject of suicide doesn't convince me.

- Why not? - It doesn't help us.

I'd suggest another one:

"The cultural frontiers of the miraculous".

And try not to write a thesis that ends up like this.

Your father and I got married here.

And on our wedding night, we conceived Raimondo.

It's your fault.

I know it.

It's your fault.

I'm Parthenope. Flora Malva is expecting me.

Wait here. She'll appear, sooner or later.

Ernesto!

Coming.

I love Naples.

I do too.

Wake up, little girl. Repeat after me.

I love Naples.

You lack diction and intensity.

Come sit.

Lidia was right, you're seductive, just like me.

I can teach you everything,

except the one thing we never forget: the gasps of love.

Are you following me?

Yes, I grasp the concept.

Good, you're insolent. An actress has to be.

You'll meet Greta Cool.

- Heard of her? - Of course, who hasn't!

You know Greta Cool adores anal sex, right?

Nothing wrong with that.

She's the most astute person I know,

so astute she became good-hearted.

My husband, Arturo Gianni, the best playwright this century,

venerated her.

But he did theatre, and theatre was too difficult for her,

so, I took to the stage: Flora Malva.

Why do you want to act?

Actors in old movies are always quick-witted.

That's true.

Life should be like that.

Instead, we ruminate all night over the right reply

we should've given to men who offended us.

Beautiful women are constantly being offended.

Stay for dinner. My late husband's friends are coming.

All right.

No one will answer.

Why not?

All her contacts are dead.

Why does she cover her face?

That damn Brazilian plastic surgeon disfigured her.

- Are you passive? - I hope not.

Then never display your photos or count on your beauty,

it enchants for ten minutes and irritates for ten years.

I'm not hungry anymore. We deserve a cognac.

Wait for me in the sitting room while I change.

Jesus.

Come in, little girl.

Steam is the only thing that soothes my weary skin.

I knew you wouldn't resist, that you'd come looking for me.

- I was worried. - No, you were curious.

An actress has a moral obligation to be curious.

As does a woman, otherwise she fades away.

Will you kiss me?

What?

You heard me. I haven't kissed anyone in twenty years.

Since I became a widow.

Ernesto has huge teeth. I tried, but I just can't.

It's like kissing a stone wall.

Well?

I'd like to see your face first.

You'd never kiss me then.

You can see my mouth.

Isn't that enough?

I wouldn't know.

There's no turning back, little girl.

We're destined to let ourselves go.

I've always had a beautiful mouth.

What a lot of dolls!

Maternity has followed me...

everywhere.

Why don't you start working with the Commander again?

I have enough money, I don't need to work anymore.

You've both gone crazy.

Yes, we've gone crazy.

What would bring you back to your senses?

A grandchild.

A grandchild would help us.

What a foolish idea.

Welcome back to your beautiful Naples.

It used to be beautiful.

Madam Cool,

I'm Alcide Riposato, the ship owner's son.

Why didn't your father come?

He died six years ago.

He still could've come. I'm worth it.

There's a surprise for you.

You'd need an atomic bomb to surprise me.

The greatest of them all, the brightest of stars!

Here just for you, Greta Cool!

And now, the surprise we promised you.

Sculptor Drago Azzurro's portrayal of you!

Curtains.

You see,

the problem isn't that this statue is ugly.

The problem is you Neapolitans.

You're depressed, and you don't know it.

You walk arm in arm with horror, and you don't know it.

You're shabby and whimsical.

Everyone mocks you, and you don't realise it.

You pride yourselves on being wily,

but what have you gained from all this wiliness?

You're poor, cowardly, whiny and backward.

You steal and act badly.

And you're always eager to blame others:

the most recent intruder, the corrupt politician,

the unscrupulous contractor.

But you're your own catastrophe.

You're a city of lowlifes, and you even brag about it.

You're never going to make it.

So, my dear, awful Neapolitans,

I'm returning to the North,

where silence reigns supreme.

I haven't been Neapolitan for years.

I saved myself,

but you didn't.

You're all dead.

One million?

We agreed on 30, you little freak!

If you did what was agreed.

But you belittled and humiliated us. You're an ingrate.

If it weren't for Naples, you'd be turning tricks, Greta!

Your mum turned tricks! And you called me by my first name?

Give me my 30 million, fuck face!

Greta Cool,

go suck cocks.

Fuck you!

- Who the hell is it? - Parthenope.

Flora Malva sent me.

What do you want?

I brought you back your hair.

Come in.

Take off your fur.

Have a seat.

You know Flora Malva adores anal sex, right?

Nothing wrong with that.

What a shitty evening.

Vulgar men and coarse women who think they're elegant.

But this city will never be elegant.

Did I overdo it with my speech?

Too bad! I hate coming back to this shit hole.

It reminds me of being dirt poor.

Like kissing a beautiful mouth

and your tongue discovering that there are no teeth.

Penniless love.

That's my only memory of this city.

And that my mother was happy to sell me off to anyone.

But we didn't want for anything.

Not even teeth.

Penniless love...

Maybe it was better that way.

Flora told me you want to become an actress.

You're beautiful and unforgettable,

but your eyes are vacant.

You're joyless and the camera won't accept that.

Fuck being an actress, it's not for you.

Look at me.

Do I seem happy?

And yet, I'm the greatest of them all.

Fuck this.

Roberto Criscuolo.

Did you like Cool's speech?

I found it...

original.

Everything she said about this city is true.

"Guess who I am."

"Hurry up, Robè."

Roberto...

"You, king of Naples."

Robè.

Here he is!

Good evening, everybody!

Come here.

How many are you?

One for you.

One for you.

Look what a cutie she is.

Hi there!

She's so beautiful!

- Like the Virgin Mary. - Looks like Sophia Loren.

Roberto, you're back and looking dapper.

Motherfucker, Gigione!

Ciro Criscuolo and Vittoria da Casamicciola

represent our future, our hopes.

The heir they'll produce will be our symbol of peace.

From two great families,

the Criscuolos and the Casamicciolas,

today the most powerful family of the South will be born.

The great fusion.

And now, you can take your seats.

Let's have a seat.

What's going on?

The great fusion.

What's that?

Father,

let's begin.

In the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

May God bless you. Do your best.

Why the fuck are you looking at me?

Look at her. Kiss.

Touch each other.

I can't. Not like this.

Why don't you all go?

This time we've gotta verify it.

Vitto,

like I showed you before.

Go on.

Five...

Four,

three, two, one!

You're shivering.

Are you cold?

No.

I'm moved.

I was born here.

In the water.

What are you thinking about?

I'll be in touch.

Based on the exams passed

and the evaluation of the final thesis defence,

the committee confers your

degrees with the following grades:

Giuseppe Arco, 96 out of 110,

Elisa Marti, 98 out of 110,

Arturo Bracco, 86 out of 110,

Maria Buono, 90 out of 110,

Parthenope di Sangro, 110 out of 110, with honours,

recommendation for publication and academic embrace.

Time for my academic embrace?

You graduated late.

They made me believe I could become an actress.

But I graduated with the highest grade.

Will you rip up my thesis too?

- Is that good news? - Yes.

With some serious research, your thesis could be publishable.

What?

The part on the cultural impact of miracles

on developed societies is great.

Glad to hear it, because I've understood one thing.

We've all understood at least one thing.

I'd like to try for an academic career. I think it's my path.

You sure? You'll end up like me.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Professor,

you still haven't told me what anthropology really is.

Come see me in May.

Professor...

Thank you.

Follow me, dear.

Don't worry, it won't take long.

Get undressed.

- Why are you moving? - Better money.

After all, I'm just the son of a maid.

No.

That's not the reason.

Parthè...

All I have left in this city is guilt.

It's not our fault Raimondo is dead.

- Yes, it is. - No.

It's your fault.

That night, in Capri,

if you hadn't distracted me with your kisses, your caresses,

Raimondo would still be alive.

You should be ashamed for saying that.

My name's Parthenope, I'm never ashamed.

Always quick with the comebacks.

You prefer obvious sentences?

True ones.

But the truth is unspeakable.

Raimondo was fragile.

He confused the irrelevant with the decisive.

Like everyone in this city.

Except me.

In this city, you live and die for futile reasons.

I hate this city.

You've become ruthless,

presumptuous

and cold.

I've grown up.

And maybe, in the end,

you've never loved anyone.

You...

were my first love.

Then maybe one day I'll come back and be your last.

No,

that's not how things will go.

Do you know how they'll go?

In Milan, you'll get married.

You'll have a couple of kids.

Then one day, your marriage will crumble.

So you'll call me

and you'll realise when you hear my voice after so long

that I'm not the cause.

The crisis with your wife will pass, and serenity will return.

And do you know why?

No.

Because it was just young love.

And young love is good for nothing.

It gave us the illusion of lightheartedness.

What did I just say?

It's good for nothing.

I have to go now.

What is it, Sandrì?

Don't you like me anymore?

I had an illegal abortion,

which is why I'm late.

And I killed the dean,

which is why I came early.

Neither of us has an alibi.

But I will never judge you,

and you will never judge me.

Come with me?

Where?

To the exams, my assistants are away.

I don't think I can.

As an expert on the subject, you can.

Teaching is easy.

"A teacher only needs to be one lesson ahead of his pupil."

You know who said that?

Billy Wilder,

an anthropologist.

I don't remember much, I took the class years ago.

You have the textbook, they don't. Choose the questions,

and then assign a grade.

You'll enjoy it.

Let's go, it's late.

Thank you, goodbye.

Esposito Lucia.

Good morning.

Lévi-Strauss's concept of structure.

Right...

I'll come back next semester.

Your grade booklet.

An A with honours. You can go.

Thank you!

Do you plan on using this unusual method of grading

even after you become a full professor?

Why didn't you make that girl return next semester?

By next semester, she'll have a baby.

She'd never have come back.

I wouldn't have either if it wasn't for you.

Let's hope I don't live to regret it.

Make me one of your assistants, you won't regret it.

Hi, Marotta.

Hi, Sartre!

Intellectuals in black turtlenecks should all be shot.

You should go easy with that hatchet,

or someone will throw one back at our necks.

Then let's just say that Restelli is verbose and pompous.

Pompous, for sure.

When he got divorced, he told me:

"A schism has been consummated."

And what about your wife?

You never mention her.

She left me years ago for a happy notary. What an oxymoron!

She regretted it.

Did you get back together?

In the meantime, I discovered

I enjoyed dedicating all my time to my son.

I heard that your son...

How did your brother die?

He let himself go.

And you? Have you let yourself go?

How long since your father hugged you?

I don't remember anymore.

Since your brother died.

Do you want to hug me?

I have to talk to you.

Me too.

It's confidential,

so I'd rather meet at my house.

Fine.

I live with my son.

All right.

No questions.

Okay.

What did you want to tell me?

The Journal of Anthropology

asked me to write an article on the miracle of San Gennaro.

I agreed.

It seems very interesting.

I asked for a meeting with Tesorone.

I know him well. Be careful, he's a scoundrel.

- In what sense? - In every sense.

And what did you want to tell me?

I'm going to retire soon.

- That's not good news for me. - Yes, it is.

A chair will be available at Trento University.

I'd like you to apply.

You could get it.

You'd spend a couple of years in the North,

and then replace me in Naples.

What do you think?

I love Naples.

What about your assistants?

They won't become full professors.

They can stay on as your assistants, if you want.

- But I'm an assistant too. - No.

You're something else.

You take after me.

Why are you doing all this for me?

Because you're cut out to be an anthropologist.

Even if you still don't know what anthropology is.

And now,

the real reason

I asked you here.

I'd...

like to introduce you...

Watch out for Tesorone.

That man is the devil.

I'm fucking sick of performing this miracle.

Every year, I bear responsibility for it.

Always the same old story.

And if the blood doesn't liquefy, whose fault is it?

Mine, obviously.

You can't imagine the stress.

No, it shows.

Does dyeing your hair help ease the stress?

It's a hobby. Don't you have one?

Not having a hobby is a hobby itself.

You work with Marotta, right?

How is he?

Hard to tell.

He's less mysterious than he'd like you to believe.

His son is sick, period.

- You're more mysterious, right? - You bet.

I'm a priest.

I found you a nice spot to watch the miracle.

So you won't miss the show.

You're leaving? Show me San Gennaro's treasure.

No time! I've gotta see the ampoule.

San Gennà!

You performed a miracle!

Thank you, my saint,

for choosing me!

Get that harpy out of here immediately!

Get her out!

Out!

They'll invent anything,

even a fake menstrual cycle.

Anything to take attention away from me.

From San Gennaro.

No, from me.

I'm so tired.

Exhausted.

As if it were your miracle.

Who says it isn't?

I'm sorry the blood didn't liquefy.

It will liquefy next year.

Want a tour of the cathedral?

Christ loves too much,

and is bowed by his own love.

That's how love is: unmanageable.

Which is why, from Jesus to songwriters,

they all try to tell us how to cope with it.

Do you love too much or too little?

That's the only real difference.

All the doors are fake.

I need some air.

It's Catholicism.

Freedom doesn't come in through the door.

And where does it come in?

It doesn't.

Are you going to show me San Gennaro's treasure?

No time now.

I'm headed to a party, wanna come?

All the times you wanted to cry,

but you held back your tears,

here, only here, in church,

you have the freedom to let yourself go.

Why should I cry?

Because maternity has followed you everywhere,

and you ran from it.

- Do you like this house? - I know it well.

Eminence,

I'm so dismayed that we can't celebrate the miracle.

What the fuck happened?

Nothing of importance.

An exhibitionist, some harpy,

decided to put on a display.

San Gennaro got distracted and didn't come through.

If you get a chance, bring me a nice drink.

Mum!

Years ago,

on New Year's Eve,

I saw you.

Making love in the water.

It wasn't me.

Yes, it was...

Parthenope.

What are you thinking about, Eminence?

About my mother.

She knew everything.

When you know everything, you die young and alone,

only the unspeakable for company.

It's dizzying.

God has his limits,

he didn't spend enough time on us, girls.

God only tried hard when he invented the happy childhood,

where everything was gentle purity.

Then he got distracted, he let himself go,

so the world we knew as children,

suddenly and without warning,

wore itself out.

Worlds...

Worlds grow weary.

But enough now, girls,

I need a drink, I'm exhausted.

Parthenope!

Commander, you recognised me.

It's impossible to forget you.

You wanted to marry me, remember?

There's still time, if you want.

You move too fast for my tastes.

First, I'd need a lengthy courtship.

Lengthy courtship, my ass!

You're a cheeky thing.

A cheeky thing.

You're a rare woman.

Why?

Because you don't take advantage of your beauty.

You're wrong.

No, I'm not.

How are your parents?

When your brother died,

they died too.

And I was lost.

I've mingled sufficiently.

Now I'm ready to show you San Gennaro's treasure.

The treasure or the treasurer?

At the end of life, only irony will remain.

What a foolish idea.

I look like a reliquary.

You look like a saint.

What's your favourite part of a woman?

Her back.

The rest is pornography.

You should give yourself to me.

Really?

Why's that?

Because my body was made to be rejected.

So rejecting me is the obvious choice.

And you, on the other hand, are a surprising woman.

I'm an obvious woman.

Always with that quick wit.

All right,

I'll settle for remembering you like this.

And dreaming about you.

If I were to give myself to you, it wouldn't be to be surprising,

but because I like you.

What do you like about me?

Your impertinence.

I call it "the art of seduction".

Want to know what I'm thinking?

No,

because I already know.

Then what am I thinking?

About everything else.

You're like the miracle of San Gennaro:

a mystery.

Or a fraud.

Now let's make love.

Don't be in a rush.

One needs to slowly approach...

God.

The conclave is coming up,

I'll be too close to God to keep seeing you.

What a shame!

But what can I do?

I've got it in my head to become pope.

What was the "everything else" I was thinking about?

Time

that flows alongside pain.

Or maybe not.

Or maybe not.

How'd it go with Tesorone?

You were right,

he's the devil.

He's merely a seducer.

I wanted to tell you that the time has come:

I'm retiring.

I'm sure the university will throw you a big party.

I've never liked parties.

Have you thought about Trento?

I can't become an anthropology professor

if I don't know what anthropology is.

Anthropology is seeing.

That's it?

It was that simple?

I feel like I've been doing that my whole life.

Seeing is very difficult.

Because it's the last thing we learn.

When do we learn to see?

When everything else starts to fade.

What's everything else?

Love,

youth,

desire, emotion,

pleasure,

and the remote possibility of laughing again

at a distinguished man who trips and falls on the street.

Now come with me.

Where?

To see.

Dad, he said "arsehole".

Yes, Stefano, the man said "arsehole".

Hi!

He's made of water and salt.

Like the sea.

He's beautiful.

Yes,

he's beautiful.

Farewell, Parthenope.

I'll never forget the oral exam I sat with you.

I asked to go to the restroom and you said:

"You piss and shit before coming to university."

Was this your boyfriend?

When's it due?

In two days I come to full-term.

And the name?

If it's a girl, I'd like to name her after you.

Parthenope.

We know nothing about your private life.

There's not much to know.

We'd like to know, just the same.

Can we pry a little bit?

Yes, of course.

Instead of staying two years up North,

then going back to Naples,

you stayed here until your retirement.

Why?

As you can see, I fell in love with the local bacon.

Why didn't you ever marry?

No one ever asked me for real.

And kids?

Sorry.

I got distracted.

Or maybe I didn't ask myself the right questions.

And now?

What will you do?

Now...

Parthè!

What are you thinking about?

What are you thinking about?

Abandoned to the perfect summer.

We were beautiful and unhappy.

Maybe being young was wonderful.

It didn't last long.

I was sad and frivolous,

determined and listless,

like Naples,

where there's always a place for everything.

I was alive

and alone.

What was I thinking about?

Love, as a means of survival...

Love,

as a means of survival,

has been a failure.

Or maybe not.

One day, out of the blue

I fell in love with you

My heart was beating fast

Don't ask me why

So much time has passed

And I'm still here

And now, like before

I defend the city...

And besides, God doesn't love the sea.

Remember, God doesn't love the sea.

So long.