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Sena.

Let's go.

Sena... come, they are waiting for us.

It's late - do it for them, at least.

Let's go, please.

Enough now, come on.

What happened?

Hi, Uncle Paolo! Hi, Aunt Sena!

- Hello! - You've arrived! What did you bring us?

Push; the gate is open, push!

Euthanasia of a Love AKA 'The Break-Up'

- Good evening. And thanks. - Good evening.

Sena?

Hello?

May I speak to Sena, please?

- Ah, Paolo. - Yes, it's me. Hi.

I'm sorry, but Ussena isn't here.

Ussena?

And who is she?

Ussena is her name.

- Let me talk to Sena. - I already told you: she's not here.

- She has a fever. - A fever?

How's that, a fever? If you've just said she's not there...

She's not here. She's over there, in her room.

Then get her.

She can't get up.

If she can't get up, take the phone to her.

- I need to talk to her. - But if she can't...

Better say she doesn't want to, rather than she can't!

Your call...

- Unplug the power cord, or else he'll call again. - Okay.

Thanks for everything, Jane.

Who's there?

Sena, it's me. I need to talk to you, will you open up?

Sena!

Sena!

- Good afternoon, professor. - Hello.

- Pio? - Oh, hi.

- Do you know where Sena is? - And you come to ask me that?

- She's your assistant, isn't she? - She was...

but she asked to be replaced.

- Why? - It's you who has to explain that to me.

If you have quarrelled, you should know the reason.

No... this is absurd.

Professor, you are to fail...

After so many years...

working on it, you still don't understand a damn thing?

Listen, are you interested in not losing her, or understanding why she dumped you?

Both. One can't just leave after so many years without even knowing why.

If you were in love, you'd know it.

That's what I'm doing, asking myself all the time...

- Evidently with the brain, not the heart. - My heart is broken.

Show that to her. Make a photo-montage for her.

Paolo's heart, with a burning match inside.

Excuse me, Miss, how much does this one cost?

- No, that one is already sold, I'm sorry. - Ah, I understand.

You see? You're not in love, you're laughing...

In tragedies, I find escape through laughter.

C'mon, c'mon, don't pose as an intellectual now.

One time in the mountains, we had to collect two people who fell off a cliff onto some rocks.

A chilling scene.

We packed the disfigured corpses into two bags.

It's possible we mixed up some of the body parts.

All I was doing was laughing...

I was laughing at everything.

Great. I'll tell Sena that when she's in pieces you'll have some great laughs.

Excuse me, Miss, can you come for a moment?

Paolo, excuse me, but...

Hello, dear.

- What is it? - See, there's a client who...

- Patrizia, excuse me! - Yes?

I need to see her, but she's not to be found. Can you call her?

No, she's not around.

- And where is she? - She left for the weekend.

Who told you that?

I just know it. She'll be back on Monday night.

Where did she go?

And with who?

Weren't you the one saying jealousy is a possessive feeling?

I also said it's a feeling that causes less compassion, because it makes you look silly.

You're not ridiculous, Paolo, you're just in love...

I never thought it would be so painful.

A human should have the highest degree of awareness of matter, but remain captive.

He's possessed by maternal love, and that's why...

he approaches the light suffering,

like all living creatures.

He's part of the family, but the young man has to rebel, causing himself to suffer.

He has a joyful, loving relationship, but every human...

has the sensation of needing to reduce it to an exclusivity.

But of course, he also suffers when he lacks it...

Instead, living means destroying the prison of emotional possession...

expanding one's consciousness, and creating happiness.

All other forms of existence are sub-human.

And love, too?

Love is like poetry...

It is love, or it doesn't exist.

You seem to be a man who knows everything in theory, Professor,

but how do you manage in real life?

Awful... since you dumped me...

Thinking about her?

Here you are...

Do I look like an idiot?

Yes, you look like someone who's walking up the path to Golgotha.

Come on, let's go...

Where?

There's a conference for seduced and abandoned people...

You'll give the inaugural lecture... C'mon, move.

Here, you can stop here.

Do you see that little entrance?

- Yes. - You know what it is?

- A school. - Sena teaches there.

- How do you know? - It's me who found her the place.

- And she told you I could come and get her? - No.

She told me she hates you...

and that she doesn't want to see you again.

So why did we come here?

She finishes at six... and if you knew anything about women, you'd wait for her.

Bye.

Pio...

You don't want me to assist, do you?

No... thank you.

How do you know it won't be even worse this way?

Bye.

Is this any place to stop?

- Go, go! - Are you happy now?

A fine mess you've made! You go to pick her up, and you don't even invite her into the car?

I didn't recognize her, I swear it.

Oh, Jesus! How's it possible? She slept with you for all those years,

and you don't even recognize her?

- Either you don't love her, or you're an idiot! - I prefer 'idiot'!

- You could at least have asked if it was her. - And if it wasn't her, then what?

- You see that you're not in love? - Why?

- You're afraid to take chances! - I'm afraid of losing her.

One who is in love will put everything at stake.

One who's in love? No... he's weak.

Arrange an encounter. Invite me to dinner and invite her too.

- She won't come... - Well, you don't have to say I'll be there..

Well done! And who will pay for the broken plates?

As soon as she sees you, she'll sling them all at you.

And at me too, as I'm defending you...

You see that you're not in love?

Why are you so insistent with this accusation?

You laugh... and say you're desperate...

Maybe you eat too, and afterwards you pose as the victim...

It's not my fault I'm eating more than usual. Maybe I'm nervous - I don't know...

- And you sleep too, maybe? - Why should I wake up?

Without Sena, living is a curse.

Well, I'll seat her to your right.

Remember: the one on your right will be Sena. Don't fail another time.

And when the battle begins, tell her...

that you didn't have the courage to stop her,

not that you didn't recognize her.

- Please. - Thank you. - Paolo, you're here already?

Oh, my God...

Just like in that "say it with flowers" advert!

Thank you.

Are they for me, or for her?

I don't really know.

Hi. We prepared lunch, but you came too soon.

I was afraid she would see me.

- Did she call? - It's only seven!

- But she'll come? - I think so. Yes...

You didn't tell her I would be here, right?

Of course not, even if she imagined it.

You guys, you really think women are fools?

Listen Paolo, now please calm down.

And sit down there nicely, because you're making me nervous!

And you, get out of the kitchen. You're making it look like a pigsty!

We put the infinite in love...

Women never commit this error.

It was I who made a mistake when I married you.

To hell with you and that Vicenza girl that you sleep with!

Like I didn't know... I also know you're impotent with the other women.

Then why are you so angry?

Because you told me about it...

and if you mention it again, I'll strangle you!

Did you hear her? She's been like that for a month now.

It's not easy, putting up with her.

At least you have her near you, in the same bed.

Yes, but - nothing.

At least you can quarrel.

- I can't even see Sena. - But why did you separate?

It was her. And she didn't even tell me why.

Maybe because she wants to marry you?

No, she knows I'm against it.

She also said marriage doesn't solve a thing, it's just an agreement.

- You could at least live together. - That's what we did.

Maybe it's a crisis of conscience. When they approach 30, women all become moralists...

I'm on that road too.

- You're already married. - Yes, but to a fag!

Someday, I'll kill her!

I'm the one who'll kill you, if you turn up with that Vicenza girl again.

- You men are all bastards. - Why?

Because you don't know how to make love, and you're blaming women for it.

- Sena told you that? - For God's sake! Don't start again!

I'm here for that...

No, it's not her, don't worry.

It's probably my mother, telling me how to cook the vegetables.

- Hello. - Hi.

Ah, it's you Sena. Aren't you coming?

Has Paolo already arrived?

No. I told you, I didn't invite him.

What goes on in your head? Are you afraid he'll eat you?

You'll see: we have prepared you a delightful dish.

- So he's there after all? - Noo-oo!

Patrizia, tell me the truth.

I've already told you the truth. Hurry up, dinner is ready.

I'm without a car.

I just wanted to ask Paolo to give me a ride.

If he's not here, how could he give you a ride?

In fact, I'll call Paolo...

What do you say? May I bring him too?

Of course you can, sure.

In fact, I'll call him myself and tell him to go over and get you.

That way, I'll invite him directly.

I'd prefer to do it myself.

I haven't spoken to him for a long time.

- Are you serious? - Of course. I'll call him now.

And if I send Marcello for you?

Really, you don't want Paolo?

Of course I want him...

- Or are you making fun of me? - Making fun of you?

- Maybe it's you making fun of me. - C'mon Sena, cut it...

I'm sending you Marcello, so knock it off about Paolo.

That one isn't easily satisfied, he surely wouldn't like my dinner.

He'd like it, he'd like it...

I bet he's already there... Put him on.

Are you serious?

So he's there?

No, I've told you, he's not here. You're so annoying, Sena!

If you don't want to come to dinner, tell me straight and that's it, no?

I was just saying I'd like Paolo to come and pick me up.

- And why not Marcello? - It's Paolo I want.

- Really? - Yes.

- Really-really?

- Really-really...

OK then... then I'll put him on.

Sena...

She told me: "Bring it to me, but don't bring Paolo...

"I don't want to see him!"

Well, you know, I told her:

"How come you were together for so long and now you don't want to see him ever again?"

- And what did she say? - A little more and she was tearing me to pieces!

"I don't want to talk to him, after all he did to me!"

- What did you do to her, for God's sake? - I don't know, I swear!

Listen, Paolo, you're either an idiot or you don't know shit about women!

Would you just take care of the driving part, please?

- Was it always this heavy? - Maybe it just fattened up.

Are you sure it won't be worse?

Ring the doorbell.

And when she opens up, what should I do?

You go ahead and I'll hide behind the painting.

Careful, easy.

Come up, come up, Lorenzo. I'll be there in a second.

Here I am.

Hello... Sena.

When you leave, close the door. It locks even without a key.

No, she hasn't come, she's not here.

Then I'm going.

Only if you go home and write to her, OK?

For a hottie like Sena, you could try.

I would just make people laugh...

A woman who laughs... is also ready to cry.

Dear Sena,

How to withstand such a performance without you...

only to find you.

But suddenly the performance brings you there...

The actress had a bronze mask.

She was a woman made of stone, just like you,

a very tender woman, like you.

The woman was searching for her love,

with every millimetre of her movements...

Her mask was expressing a sorrow without tears.

I know...

you cannot cry.

You're all out of tears, as well as all out of love,

but don't carry off the last step. Wait, my love...

Wait for me to come, wait so that I can understand.

How can I know if you love me...

if you won't remove your blue, cold mask,

if you won't make the gesture of showing me your face.

Don't die, Sena, I beg you...

Don't kill our love...

Wait till I come,

to find out "why".

Wait.

If I come when you're dead,

I'll see you, but I won't understand...

and your death will be useless.

Why did you run away at that traffic light?

My existence has become meaningless since then.

Let me come running towards you.

Your smile - it's my life, but also yours.

Only this way it means love...

Don't kill it.

No one feels the need more than me.

I'm waiting for your conditions, whatever they may be, in order to see you again.

In front of the mayor...

or in a field of daisies...

Without you, it's impossible for me to live.

- How come you haven't read it? - Read what?

- Paolo's letter. - I got it, but I haven't read it.

You don't think I'll believe that...

- That I haven't read it? - No...

Your coldness.

And what should I do? Tell you I still feel him inside of me?

No...

I hate him.

Those were wonderful years...

and it's in order to preserve them that I don't want to see him again.

Tell him whatever you want, Patrizia...

but most importantly, tell him that I don't want to see him again.

Sena...

can I tell him that you left him for Domenico?

Domenico had nothing to do with it.

I could tell you that I'm with him in order to avenge myself on Paolo,

but actually I need him only to keep me away from Paolo.

It's a way to withstand it, you understand?

What did Paolo do to you?

Sorry, but I cannot tell you that...

It was such a terrible thing?

For me, yes.

I can no longer stay beside him, I can no longer love him, without revenging myself.

It would be necessary to call him every hour,

and every hour to hang up the phone.

I'm not cold... I use anger to withstand it.

But it's hard.

Do you want to see him again?

If you want to become Picasso, learn how to draw a foot well.

And now to work...

Hey...

excuse me...

That scholarship in Paris is still available?

The course on the social history of art?

Yes. I've decided to go...

but I want to leave immediately.

Is it a choice... or an escape?

I have to leave.

Help me, please.

Please leave the luggage at my place; I'll be right back.

Don't worry.

Yes, hello?

It's me, Paolo. Hi.

Hello.

Where are you?

At the railway station.

What are you doing there?

- I'm leaving, Paolo. - How? Now?

I'm leaving for Paris.

Why are you going to Paris?

Are you coming to say goodbye? My train leaves in half an hour.

Of course, immediately. But don't leave.

Hurry.

The train on track 16 via Turin, with sleeping cars to Paris, is ready to depart.

Paolo!

Gentlemen, please board.

Don't leave.

I beg you...

I can't...

Of course you can.

But I don't want to.

Tell me why.

What are you going to do in Paris?

- I asked for a scholarship. - But why Paris?

Because you are not there.

I'll come visit you.

You don't know where I'm going.

I'll ask Pio.

He won't tell you.

I'll call you every day.

To tell me what?

By now...

By now what?

I'm leaving.

I beg you...

You can't leave me like this.

I have to.

Why?

If there was time to tell you...

Gentlemen, please board now! We are leaving

Tell me anyway.

Here... Please, take care of your health!

And cover yourself up. See you tomorrow...

In a week you'll get accustomed to it. Get dressed.

Sena.

Hi.

Hi.

- What happened to your eyes? - Nothing. I've caught a chill.

But you can see?

I spotted you, a couple of minutes ago.

Certainly you didn't do much after seeing me.

I thought you were still in Paris.

No, I came back 20 days ago.

You know, for months I've been unwell,

and I was a little ashamed to encounter you in this condition,

that's why I didn't address you sooner.

So, if I hadn't crossed the street, you...

- Excuse me, I'm in a hurry. - No, wait...

- I'm going that way too. We can walk together. - As long you walk fast.

Hey, sorry, you're running so I won't accompany you?

I told you: I'm in a hurry, or have you also become deaf now?

I have to buy some stuff...

before the stores close. I have people coming to dinner.

- I was going to invite you... - I'm sorry, but I can't.

If you looked for a closer shop then you wouldn't have to rush like this...

You've aged for sure, my poor Paolo.

Who brought you to this state?

You are really asking me that?

Go ahead, throw it away.

Let's go to the restaurant.

I've already told you that I have guests coming to dinner.

- What guests? - Uh-uh! Why are you interfering?

You have become a true wreck...

and you want to go to the restaurant with those eyes?

- Why? You feel ashamed? - For me, no.

For me... your presence is enough.

I'm not there for you anymore, Paolo.

I know that.

You know... what?

Everything, Sena.

All - what?

Let's not fight in the street.

Are you coming to dinner with me?

Where?

Wherever you want.

Here.

Why didn't you respond to my letter?

Letter?

What letter? I don't know...

The one I wrote you from Paris.

I didn't receive anything.

Why? What did you say in it?

It doesn't matter now.

Please.

The farewell at the station was so sweet,

I wanted you...

Perhaps it came when I was in Paris.

You, in Paris?

When?

I came looking for you...

At the Sorbonne.

The Academy of Arts...

But no one knew anything.

You looked for me only in Paris?

Yes.

I was at Versailles instead.

My class was located there.

So that's it...

Everything ok?

What?

The class.

Yes, of course...

And you?

What about me?

How do you live without me?

You can see it, no?

But I had to find you myself.

It was an accident.

A desired one...

Not true - if I hadn't called to you, you wouldn't even have seen me.

You're the same na�ve Paolo.

I did see you...

I came looking for you.

I followed you from the Saint Jacob district.

I went by you real close, many times.

How you frightened me with those horrible black glasses!

If you were looking for me too...

This means that you...

This is a wonderful evening...

Will you take me home?

Afterward.

That's what I'd like most...

And your guests?

What guests, stupid...

I wasn't expecting anyone.

I feel you...

You want me?

Yes.

Do you love me?

Yes.

Forever?

Yes.

Really?

Yes...

Yes.

Yes, a lot...

Oh, Sena...

You gave me back my life...

Sena?

I'm here.

How are you?

- Excellent. - And your back?

- They told me you were wearing a corset. - Not true...

And yet this morning, in the courtyard, I found one.

- One? - Yes.

Well, I had two!

Why aren't we going to the sea?

Doctors say it helps a lot with the backache.

I'll straighten out your back.

What do I care... you came back.

No, no, I didn't just come back. I have a lot to tell you.

Not here...

At the sea.

We all come from the sea, even the angels and the terrible rectors,

who say they've been created in the image and likeness of God.

Do you believe you're similar to God?

With this back, I don't think so.

- Sea baths! - But it's only April now.

- It's good. - Maybe for the Germans.

For everyone!

In truth, we were thinking about some mud baths, sand baths...

that's why we came here.

My girl, either you listen to me, or you listen to your urban doctors.

I say no thermal cures,

only sea baths!

Every morning. Five minutes the first day,

10 on the second, 20 on the third and all subsequent ones, and always swimming.

- But, sorry, the cold doesn't do any harm? - It's not true: cold is an anaesthetic.

- It's the contrary of what others say... - I'm not saying the contrary, I tell the truth.

And now, go back to the bosom you came from.

The sea... it's the universal mother.

In my opinion, that one is mad!

Try it.

But it's cold!

Rise up and swim - they say your Christ healed a lot of people.

It's a conspiracy to eliminate me?

I have milder ways to kill you!

Get in the water - I don't want you a wreck!

If I sacrifice myself, will you explain why you left?

You couldn't sustain two punishments. Dive!

It's freezing!

It's an anaesthetic, come on, get it done, don't leave the womb of your mother!

Okay, okay,... good!

It's been eight days now that you've got up to see the sunrise.

If I miss one episode, I don't understand it anymore.

What do you want to understand?

Everything I don't understand about you.

It's not enough that I'm here?

I don't know. The fear of losing you again is too strong.

Why didn't you want my child?

What?

Why did you make me have an abortion?

Ah, so that's it...

So that's the reason why you...

Answer me, why?

I didn't force you... you agreed.

What else could I do? Of course I agreed.

But why don't you want a child with me?

It's not that I don't want one with you. I don't want one with anyone, and you know it.

Paolo...

I want a child.

You can have one if you want to.

You don't need me for that.

What do you mean?

You know very well.

I know what? What are you talking about?

In Versailles...

I saw you with Domenico.

Have one with that one!

Then you have to know that 'that one' helped me when you didn't give a damn.

Domenico came to see me after the abortion. You didn't, why?

- Were you ashamed? - You're throwing such accusations...

Our baby is not an accusation.

It's a reality which broke us up, why?

Did you think I wasn't ready to become a mother?

You would have been a wonderful mother.

But that's exactly the reason...

You'd have drowned him with a possessive love.

Full of anxiety, of fear. Like me, like everyone else.

And children instead have the right to be happy...

and grow up free.

And they don't have the right to live?

Being free and happy is more important than just living!

But in order to live happily they must exist, and therefore must first be born!

Raising a child in the spirit of the Holy Family, wanting him all to ourselves, educating him,

imposing on him our way of being, of thinking - that's not conceding him freedom!

But if we conceived and then aborted him...

And for that we have the right to impose slavery?

We impose a name upon him,

we force him to respect false ideals,

all the failures we carry around for centuries.

We reduce them to poor monkeys,

which are endlessly repeating a "love" they do not really feel.

Don't you realize?

Yes, we would have given him life...

but we would have broken him inside.

These are convenient theories.

No...

Quite the contrary.

Convenient would have been to have you as a mother and a maid,

in that way the spaghetti would have always been "al dente",

and the children would have been beautiful, wonderful...

Because your children.

Bright, because your children...

and they would have loved us a lot, I'm sure.

And so, why?

Because I don't want a child who owes me gratitude for coming into life...

Brought up by parents that hide their own selfishness behind their sacrifices.

Parents who no longer know which moral values to educate him with.

And I would like a son who is...

free.

A child trained to love everything and everyone, from the beginning.

A child for whom everything and everyone...

man and his history...

would be mother and father.

But these are foolish ideas!

Ones that at a time you shared.

I was just a little girl.

And now what are you?

One who thinks that her own womb is the centre of the universe?

You're not enough for me anymore, Paolo.

I want a child.

I want that the miracle repeat itself in me...

and I wanted to realise it with you.

The only man I've loved and still love.

I won't have a test-tube baby, if that is your condition.

Let's kill this love of ours...

It won't cause us anything but grief...

It's already dying, don't you see?

- Hey, you're going to the port? - Yes.

- Can I come with you? - Sure, of course.

Thank you.

- My name is Lambert, hi. - Sena. - Hi.

- Take the robe. - Thank you.

- Can we start? - Sure, let's go.

Want something to drink?

Hey!

- Where's Sena? - Who?

- The one you took on board at the bay. - She went ashore some time ago.

- With whom? - And what do you care?

Kind as always...

Alone... but she said nothing.

- Thank you. - Don't mention it.

- Sorry. - No problem. - The lady?

She didn't show up, professor, but the keys are upstairs.

Excuse me, are any trains due to depart?

No, I'm sorry sir, the last one left an hour ago.

- Thank you. - Don't mention it.

May I help you?

Which did you decide: to jump, or to sentence yourself to life?

- What do you recommend? - I advise you to come to the village tonight.

There'll be a festival in the streets.

Come! Among so many people it's easy to follow the Gospel principle:

"Love thy neighbour".

Loving yourself - that's difficult.

Try it.

Good evening.

I see you're one of us, I like that.

- Good evening. - And your lady?

Maybe she returned to Florence... I can't find her.

Would you like to drink a glass of wine with me?

- Why not? With pleasure, thank you. - Ours is an excellent wine...

What's wrong?

Well... maybe we have...

two different views on the world, so to speak.

I don't want to have kids, but she instead...

What does your lady represent to you?

Everything, I think.

Sexuality, feelings, love, my beliefs...

That's not good.

Shall we sit down?

Wine!

A finite love is a finished love.

Give space to your possibilities to love. Look around...

Really, couldn't you love other women,

other men, other people?

If I understand correctly, you're trying to save your love,

but yours is not a story of 'a love',

but the story of 'Love'.

Love has its own course. It's offered,

but can't be restored.

And what should I do?

Drink in the meantime.

- It's the first time you've come around here? - Yes.

This land is full of archaeological sites...

Ancient tombs, whole necropolises,

ancient caves.

Often in winter...

our people bring back to light bits of civilization by now long buried.

Vases, plates, bronzes... amphorae.

Fragments, pay attention.

Now, it just happens that one of our craftsmen...

collects the fragments, let's say of an amphora,

...and even adds some pieces made by himself, to make the amphora whole again.

Well then, you won't believe it...

but the amphora... refuses.

After some time, the pieces newly added...

begin to fall off.

The amphora is right.

It should remain so, the way it came to us.

If one tries to put it in order, to recreate it...

she dies... she leaves herself dying...

Something like...

euthanasia...

Would you add hands to the Venus de Milo?

It's almost midnight, would you come for the main dance?

- I'm coming in a moment. Prepare yourselves! - Excuse us.

You're not coming to dance?

- No, thanks. - A shame; dancing is good.

A ritual behaviour.

You can love whilst dancing.

Ready? Music!

Greetings to the ladies!

Greetings to the cavaliers!

Link up!

Link the other way!

Single line!

Labyrinth!

I wanted to commit suicide.

Don't say anything.

I don't want to lose you.

I'm here.

It's not enough?

Perhaps not anymore.

I experienced what it means to lose you...

You suffer as though you were becoming a corpse...

and you ask yourself whether it is worth living.

Stop talking, Paolo.

Stop talking, Paolo.

Allow me to dedicate... this moment...

and this book...

to the person I love most in the world.

Thank you.

Thank you too, sir. Goodbye.

Please, good evening.

Is it our fault that we are unable to love differently?

What do we have to do?

I want a child, Paolo...

and I want it with you.

I don't want our love to end.

Paolo?

Paolo?

Do you know anything?

I mean about motors!

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

- What are you doing here at this hour? - I wanted to go to the gull island.

A hermit lives there, who prepares a delicious fish dish.

Tomorrow we're all going there on a trip. I wanted to notify him to prepare something...

but this one won't start.

Well, we can at least try...

Careful.

- The petrol and oil mixture is wrong - It's wrong?

- At this time, the pump station is closed. - Oh, my God...

- Why don't you take me? In a couple of hours we'll be there and back. Do you agree?

You've never seen the island? It's great.

I'm all yours!

Okay, thank you.

Do you know the road?

- Always ahead, till the end of the world. - Fine.

Why do you quarrel?

She wants to have kids.

She's right - she's so beautiful...

And then, who should have kids if not you two, who are young and healthy?

Is it really necessary to have them?

If everyone were like me then the Earth would depopulate.

I'm sterile.

Over there.

Whose dog is it?

The hermit's.

People say they're the same age.

Leave it, I'll secure the boat myself.

Thank you.

Soon some Germans will come; they're bringing fresh fish.

- I'll cook it; you'll see what a treat it is. - Let's hope it tastes good.

Horny earthlings, my dear!

I feel today is the best day of my life.

And tomorrow?

"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap, or store away in barns..."

Matthew 6:26.

And love is easier to find than food.

Look, it must be the Germans.

Let's hope they had a successful fishing session.

- Who knows why they're returning so early? - Pull the boat onto the shore.

It looks like a shipwreck.

- Friends and enemies, all together. - And what do you consider me?

You're like a gull,

that rises up and then disappears.

- The island inspires you? - Or maybe scares me.

- Why? - Because I like you.

- And that frightens you? - No...

It's the fact that you're living my utopia.

I've always asked myself, what's the purpose in nature of the barren woman,

but now I know: being the mother of all.

You're the first woman I feel I can love outside of the Oedipal complex.

- Don't speak big words. - Oedipal?

"To love" is big.

No, you can't go, the sea is becoming rough!

But I can't stay here, I have to inform my people.

Don't worry: I'll call the port authorities and they'll take care of it.

Tomorrow they'll all come here and it will be great.

Come on, guys, help me pull this little boat ashore,

otherwise the sea will carry it away tonight!

I'm afraid.

Of what?

That it will end...

It must begin first.

But it will be over.

No, it won't end...

Because I don't want you just for myself...

With you, I feel I'm loving the whole world.

And Sena?

She's part of the world.

When she finds out, it will be the end of the world!

Food is the noble part of shit.

A human spends all his life between these extremes.

What should I do?

Exist.

I don't know how to say it beautifully, but I think I love you.

Love is a creation...

For us?

For everyone.

- They are looking at us. - It doesn't matter.

- I'm embarrassed. - Love is not private, it's for everyone.

I'm embarrassed, but I'm still happy.

Cheers!

I love you.

I care a lot for you.

And Sena?

For her, too.

You love the hermit also?

Yes...

- And the Germans, too? - Yeah.

Today I discovered what love means.

And tomorrow?

- Tomorrow, I'll need to start doing it again. - Start doing what?

Living a new kind of love.

Without possession...

suffering...

- destruction. - It's just a dream.

Flying was just a dream, too...

but then it became an idea.

And ideas are carried out, achieved...

And us, we're not jealous.

Quite the contrary - we would like it if others also make use of them.

It should be like that with love too... That would be perfect.

Like this night?

Yes... Yes, like this night.

Paolo?

Paolo?

If you want to go with them,

I'll send back your boat with someone.

Thank you. I prefer to return alone.

Give me your hand, Miss.

- Can we leave? - Yes, come on, raise the ladder.

- Everything alright? Your mother was worried. Why didn't you warn her? - Do you have a light?

- We happened to be there by chance. - Hi, shipwreck victim. - Hi.

- This is Domenico. - And you, what did you do? - Nothing.

Shall we take a swim?

As you wish.

Dear Paolo,

when you'll find this letter, I'll be gone.

It wasn't in a field of daisies, nor at the City Hall...

that we could save our love.

I am not only a partner, Paolo...

I'm a woman...

Your ideas, which I respect,

they're your problem.

As are my choices,

and I'm not in the mood to abandon one for the other.

By continuing to live together,

e would only obstruct each other.

It was unavoidable that it would die like this, within us,

quietly, our love.

And if it's still not completely dead...

it's because of the two of us, who can't kill it off for good.

It's like those ghoulish people who remain around violent crime scenes,

floating on the corpses, in order to orientate themselves...

before leaving forever.

But will it do us any good, my Paolo...

this last, desperate hope?

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