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TILL MARRIAGE DO US PART

Paris, April 20, 1920

After this sad day, I will write no more
on your pages.

My Journal
faithful companion of my labors.

Today he is dead in the
cemetery of Père Lachaise

my last hope to find my true love.

From the window of my Parisian room,

I see the tower from which
I will take the big leap,

forever closing that brief
earthly chapter called life.

My painful story began twelve years ago
in my beautiful Sicily.

Come, come!

Please don't cry!
This is a wedding, not a funeral.

Sit!

As you can see, the father, despite having
been invited, has not shown signs of life.

- Maybe he's dead.
- He's not dead...

because his debts still accumulate.
And in a big way!

No more bets!
No more bets are allowed.

- I'm good.
- Me too.

- No more bets!
- A Letter to the Marquis.

- Where does it come from?
- In Sicily. - Throw it to the basket.

And I sent telegrams to all
the sites that he usually...

uses in his depraved life.

- A telegram, Marquis!
- Next, later.

So I have gathered the
family council.

What is it a wife says, before
she gets closer to the marriage bed?

What would you tell your mother, who
unfortunately no longer exists?

She watches from Heaven
and takes care of everything.

Oh, I know! She handles
listening and all, but she does not speak.

And you, Excelsa, who have been her second
mother, you know what your duty is.

I do not understand what you saying,
Monsignor.

A young woman can not
marry without knowing...

those things that neither I nor the Mother
Beatrice know.

And I know even less, please.

- A young ignorant wife is the best catch.
- You, shut up.

- Is aunt Clorinda still alive?
- If she has not been eaten by the mice...

To my knowledge, begging for food
daily.

- Magnificent. She will do.
- How I envy her!

- I'll never let, never.
- Not to a young virgin, the sinner!

Just because I've decided. Aunt
Clorinda will do very well.

Her sins have been purged and her
experience will be helpful to Eugenia.

Aunt... Aunt Clorinda

Clorinda Clorinda aunt...

How beautiful you
are! You look like a lily...

virginal lily.

Will you let me hold you?

Why are you crying?
Today I'm so happy, everybody cries.

One day you'll understand.
Sit!

That's it. Now I must talk
as a mother.

I must educate you.

It is necessary that a mother,
on the eve of the wedding...

talk to her daughter.

The Little Sisters of
Carmel have educated you...

to know the mysteries of
soul, but not of the flesh.

So do you want me to tell you?

I had not yet turned 30,

we danced the waltz.
He was very handsome and strong...

and the ecstasy of
music, I did not realize...

took me far outside under the moon
and with the scent of orange blossom.

And that was, when I layed down and I
surrendered.

What next?

I felt something so delicious and divine
,

.. like fire
invading me.

And then blood, lots of blood.

Now you know everything. Go,
my daughter and God protect you.

- That's it.
- Thank you, Aunt Clorinda.

What did she say?

She has told me everything, but
I understand very little.

Praise the heavens!

The whole town and all the nobility...

crowded that day into the
convent chapel where I grew up.

It was for me a marriage of love.

At the foot of the altar I saw
the man that I loved,

and although he was
handsome, rich and young...

he had a commoner name.

Kneel!

Raimondo Corrao, will you take
as your wife...

Eugenia de Maqueda, according to
the rite of the holy and Roman Church?

Yes!

Eugenia de Maqueda, do you take
as your husband...

Raimondo Corrao, according to
the rite of the holy Roman Church?

Yes!

- But if it is broken.
- It isn't; it is well.

- You, shut up.
- Why?

Because this is the hole for the head.

Come on! Hurry up and do her hair!

What is it?

Be gentile with my child.

Come, my little girl, come!

Eugenia!

- Take off your robe.
- Why?

You must be tired.

- A little.
- Then let me.

Lie down.

Where?

In the bed.

And you?

Me? Here, beside you.

The sacrament we have
received makes this necessary.

I know.

May I kiss you?

Let me kiss you!

No!

What who is it?

A telegram.
An urgent telegram.

Pass it under the door.

Ah, Aunt Clorinda!

Come here!

- Come here.
- Not yet.

Why?

- Read this!
- Who sent it?

- Apparently your father.
- Then he is alive.

Where is the mirror with the Caryatids?

In there, why?

"In the name of God,
don't consumate your marriage."

- What does that mean?
- It means that someone wants to have fun with us.

It is usually done on the wedding night.

I did it too,
When I was a student.

As this is probably a joke

"Remain pure and pray. Stop".

"The news of your wedding
came too late. Stop."

"You must be like brother and sister.
Stop."

"In the double mirror
backed with Caryatids...

my diary is hidden...

with an explanation of the
misrepresentation of your birth."

"Signed, your father, Ruggero di Maqueda".

- Fast: get me a hammer and chisel.
- What orders, Excellency?

Fast: a hammer and chisel!

The husband needs a hammer and chisel!

The Husband
needs a hammer and chisel! Fast!

- What? - The husband
needs a hammer and chisel.

It was true! It was not a joke.

My God, what a shock!

The hand writing is my father's.

You read it, I cannot.

"Dear Eugenia:

"There will come a day when
you will have to read these lines,

"if I have the courage
to give them to you.

"It was the year 1886
when I embarked for Africa,

"a the conquest of colonies
for our beloved homeland

"In Sicily leaving my beloved Floridia,
who had recently become my dear wife,

and that was not even your mother".

- Floridia
- Yes mother

- Do not stand spellbound.

Think about your Ruggero, Because when the
flag reaches Eritrea, the war will be over.

War? A walk through Africa,
as the paper today says.

"Luck was adversely affecting
our hopes of victory.

"And I would never again have
seen my beloved Floridia,

"if God had not put
by my side a man...

"although commoner, he was gifted with
great sacrifice and an indomitable will.

Antonino Corrao, my assistant and
faithful guardian of our stronghold."

He's wounded. Bring a stretcher!

Mission accomplished, sir.

Thanks, Antonino.

He was wounded and barely alive.

"As I was nursing back health...

"We had spent the better part of our life
with our centenarian aunt Cristina di Cefalù.

"Who did not cease with her
antics, even after her death.

"She now threatened to deprive
us of our immense wealth,

we all waited with impatience."

a Dalbella Carolina.

As regards to my lands:

if that useless Ruggero is
not able to give the Maqueda...

family an heir within the
year following my death...

They will go to the pious
Convent Sisters of the Sorrowful Mother.

I see the wife blushing.

Perhaps the heir is already on the way.

Unfortunately it was not.

In this place of pain that was the Campaign
Hospital, I got the following telegram:

"The ministry grants you
license to return to the homeland...

"in order to obtain an heir
and thus save your power.

Signed heritage. Ettore Uncle".

Drink Don Ruggero.
This is the blood of our land.

May God bless you, Antonino.

I think I feel a little better.

Take a look, Antonino.
It seems it has ceased to ooze.

Yes, It is much better...

My legs seem better.

Sometimes I feel a sharp pain in the groin.

Pardon my ignorance, what is the groin?

My dear and faithful Antonino,
The groin in the educated speech

indicates that part of the human body,
where the balls hang.

Do they hang there for you, Captain?

The hand of an enemy who does
not deserve to be called a man...

had deprived me of my
masculine attributes.

- Refers to the mustache?
- No, the beard!

Meanwhile, accompanied
by my faithful Antonino,

I prepared to return to the motherland.

What would you think if
we did a trip to Lourdes?

Don Ruggero, the only trip
I've taken is this...

to Africa to make war.
What is this place of which you. Speak?

It is a famous holy place
with a miraculous pool,

where bathing, the crippled walk...

and the blind recover their sight.

But Don Ruggero, cripples have legs,

the blind have eyes.

Unfortunately the day
of my return had arrived.

I was triumphantly welcomed
by the entire population,

but I trembled at the meeting,
in the privacy of the night...

I would have with my beloved
Floridia.

My Husband!

Allow me.

I've waited so long.

- Take me; I'm yours.
- Yes.

Oh, Ruggero mine!

Ruggero!
Antonino!

Run!
Don Ruggero feels bad.

Here, here, in his bed.

- There, there!
- There, there!

- No, here!
- There! There!

- You here!
- There!

- Ruggero!
- It hurts.

"Again, Antonino had saved me.

"Under the pretext of ill-health,
I made him sleep beside me,

"even though at that time he had a
wife and grown child called Raimondo

"Me.

That's it for me. I'm lost.

- How are we going to be brothers, if we have a different father and mother?
- We will know soon.

"I lost all hope of doing my
rightful duty as a spouse...

- What duty could my dear father
- not take?

Do not ask, kidy listen... I had to resort
to a stratagem worthy of Boccaccio".

How am I going to listen, if you read
so quietly?

I fear there are things
that you should not hear..

Or know, or understand.

Sandman Made with chamomile.

THE WAR OF GALIAS Julius Caesar

Oh!

Mission accomplished, sir!

I'm afraid... tonight... I hurt.

- But I see in your face that
it has not. - Huh?

How I wish it were night again?

What Yes?

- My respects, Dona Floridia.
- Morning, Antonino.

My respects, Don Ruggero.

"That's how he found out about
Floridia's deception and was destroyed.

"Nine months after that fateful night
you were born, my dear Eugenia.

"I rewarded Antonino with a large sum...

"and he went to live with his family.

"Your mother could not bear the pain
and soon passed on to a better life.

"With my money and other perks that
I had used to buy his silence,

"Antonino was becoming
richer and could send

his child... "... (ie me)
to study the Escolapios.

"With the passage of time, Antonino,
became more daring and insolent,

"knowing that he had
saved our heritage.

"But a banal hunting accident...

did justice to that superfluous
and arrogant character."

Your father is offensive to me,

I could not forgive him
if he were here present.

"Embittered by many humiliations...

"I left the island, and decided
to never return.

"I trust the kindly Sister
of Dolores, knew nothing of the deception.

"But if one day you find Raimondo
Corrao's the son of Antonino...

you should know that he's your brother."

Sister! You're my sister!

And you're my brother!

Damn! Damn!
Damn! Damn!

What a cruel mockery of fate!

Raimondo, my husband!

- Help!, aunt Cesca
- What are you doing Where you going?

Help me.
My husband has fainted.

- Sorry!
- But what have I done?

What have you done? What have you done?

On the wedding night the husband
can never feel bad.

If anything, it is the wife who
feels bad.

Although between us that can not happen.

Why? Explain,
because I'm confused.

Eugenia, why are you so beautiful?

- I do not know.
- You are mine and I can not have you.

In what sense? I do not understand.

For a brother can not
sleep with his sister.

It is prohibited by the
laws of God and men.

We will have separate the beds,
what harm is there in that?

The Sacred Rota then is void
while the marriage is unconsummated.

- There has been no intercourse.
- Intercourse?

He has thrown mud on our family honor.

And mired me with dishonor,
I have been cruelly humiliated.

If you do not take into account the inheritance
of Aunt Cristina which would go to the Sisters...

No, no, no inheritance.
Only death can wash away this shame.

Whose death?

Yours. No, mine...
or both.

No, not mine. Not mine, because
I see the headlines of Sicily:

"The best of the island
Suicide on wedding night."

"The bride was not immaculate" questions
arise with or without them.

No, no, no. As for yours...

"A young noble family
Suicide on wedding night."

And whose to the wiser, eh?

"Questions about the manhood of marriage."
Question marks or exclamation...

No! No and no! Already I hear comments
in the circle of nobles:

"Don Raimondo could not." For me,
its not enough to just to look at you!

Raimondo, are you sick?

Can you get help?

Answer me!

Now am able to look at you.

- Raimundo mine!
- Call me brother.

My brother, you were afraid
of committing an insane act.

An insane and unnatural gesture:

A base and impure desire.

Now I can look at you serenely...
and give you a sisterly kiss...

on the forehead.

You have been granted a grace:

the grace of purity and abstinence,
accompanied by ignorance.

- Nooo!
-

Yes -. Then, I can never know
the mysteries of the flesh. - Never!

We had to keep up appearances.

The next day after that night

unhappily... We left our palace to begin
our honeymoon.

- In here, Please.
-

I don't wish to disturb you... Excuse me.

Allow me: Raimondo Corrao, Marquis
Maqueda and Castelvetrano.

Baron Henri de Sarcey,
Knight of the Legion of Honor,

- Engineer
French Railways. -

Enchanting Lady, I'm honered.

- I'll stay as little time as possible
- Why, Baron?

I do not want to disturb the privacy of
a couple on their honeymoon.

- How did you know? - Obviously,
I read it in his eyes.

I bet you are going to Paris.

Yes, but after that we will visit
Rome, Naples and Florence.

Discovering that this unknown visitor
looked so intimately at my body...

filled me with shame.

And at the same time, I confess,
gave me a chill of insane pleasure.

What is it?

I do not understand. A herd of cattle is
blocking the tracks. It is unthinkable!

The locomotive has had to stop
the train and wait...

for a herd of cattle
to cross the tracks.

Excuse me a moment, dear. I will go see.

Excuse me!
Excuse me!

My husband is interested in everything. But he
has a real passion for trains and locomotives.

- However I have another passion!
- Once, during a railway strike...

He drove a locomotive to Messina. It
was his first time, but he did very well.

Since then has that passion for trains
and locomotives.

He says it was a great experience.

- I also feel a passion
It is intoxicating. - Oh yeah? What?

Beautiful women, like you.

There are soldiers herding livestock.

- Take my advice.
- Which one?

Have fun in Paris.
I know the fate of the Sicilian woman...

all day stuck at home,
all her life, surrounded by children...

always in mourning for some
distant relative who died many years ago.

- Of course you describe me.
- In Paris I know... - Dantesco!

A farmers strike. We will die
of hunger and thirst for all they care...

all those loose cattle. The Army had to
intervene. People are taking to the river...

so they can drink.
- That's cruelty!

Yes, strike, strike! In my country,
the miners refuse to extract coal.

I say unto them, you go down to the mine,
so we can have fire.

Without fire, there is no bread.

A pair of shootings and a couple of dead
farmers and order would be restored.

I hear that you like to drive locomotives?

A famous monument of Gothic art.

Very well. What is it.

- Those are not ours! - Flowers!
Who has sent them?

An inner voice was telling me.
Him! It could only be him!

"This modest tribute to the
Marchioness of Maqueda...

no but its signed Paris.

"And since Paris is a female
Mr. Marquis does not offend."

Baron Henri de Sarcey"
Why the subterfuge?

- Do you feel ill, ma'am
- No, no, no

. Take them out of here, out, out!

What? She rejects my flowers?

Its alright to put them in water
.

What a pleasure to see you again!

I heard of your arrival and wanted them
to welcome you to Paris.

Is the lady tired from the trip?

- Madam, are you not feeling well?
- It's nothing, do not worry

How happy it made me to have
a pretext,

a momentary indisposition
not to go out that night.

However the next day when we
toured the city, he came with us.

He seemed to have something else on his mind
to disturb my already fragile existence.

Wonderful!

An impressive realization
of human ingenuity!

A powerful edifice

In life you must to be bold throughout.

-. Euge 'Eugenia - The elevator is full
- I'm here

- Eugenia
- How stupid.

-! Raimondo Raimondo
-! Eugenia I'll wait for you on the ground

Come, come.! Let's take refuge here.
It is useless to wait in the rain.

Come in, please come in.

I love you!

Where are you going?

One more word and my suicide
will weigh on your conscience.

I was just looking at this
wonder of modern technology.

- Let's go; the darkness overwhelms me.
- Yes, let's go.

I do not think this show
is suitable for a lady.

Please, sir.

- Good night, sister.
- Good night, brother.

From now on, we will only visit
the churches and museums.

Being exposed in public
like that, shameless!

Where is society going?

That woman is naked and the
men are dressed. what does it mean?

It mirrors the truth; Truth is always
naked, don't you think, madam?

Ah! Here's the landscape that has
served to inspire many true artists.

I felt faint, but I tried to remain strong.

I invented several
excuses not to go out more.

But none of the pious readings
he had given me...

my dear Monsignor Pacifici,

were taking my mind off
of these horrible thoughts...

which now besieged me daily.

Raimondo and Henri had gone that day
to a stable...

where Purebred horses were sold.

What, who is it?

Enter!

I can not open the door.
It is closed and locked.

Who is calling? Tell me.

Eugenia? Hello? Eugenia?
Why don't you answer me?

- Hello? Eugenia?
- Oh, my God!

- It's me. You who?
- I, Henri.

- I'm alone here. Raimondo's is out.
- I know,

he's busy with the horses.
I want to see you!

Alone. Allow me that grace.

I have not slept since I met you.
And I love you, Eugenia. - No!

This is Insane! Get out!
This is Insane! Get out!

Behind the hotel is a large garden,
the Palais Royal.

Meet me under the columns,
to the right as you enter.

- Never! - You are not happy Eugenia...
I know, I can see it in your eyes.

- Are you a happy, Eugenia.?
- No. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

But you. You have made me unhappy,
I need to talk to you.

Yes, you are the most beautiful
woman I've ever seen.

- Your husband, he only loves Paris.
- Shut up.

Raimondo may come back at any moment.

No, he is very busy with the horses.

Never! I'll never come!

I'll still wait for you my love.

My mouth had said, "never," but
all my soul trembled with desire...

to meet with this man,
that showed me so much love.

My sinful turmoil almost
served as my consolation...

I knew that the door was closed
and locked by Raimondo,

Before, it had filled me with anger,
but it now gave me security.

Oh, Pardon me, Madam!

Our eyes meeting, that look!

It seemed to me as if the priest
read the bottom of my soul.

I saw in him a pious hand
being offered to a castaway.

- Do you speak Italian?
- I speak Latin. I understand a little Italian. Tell me, tell me.

Father, I have sinned greatly with desire.

- Do you want love?
- Yes, Father.

That's not bad. I absolve you.

I have not done anything wrong!

- Who opened the door?
- The Maid. She came to clean.

I just stepped out for a breath of fresh
air. That's all... I just got curious.

- What right do you have to lock the door?
- The right of a wise husband.

You're not my husband!

No I'm not your husband,
but I am your brother.

A lady does go out alone in Paris.
Where did you go?

I have been dishonored,
both as a brother and a husband.

- This is an interesting trip, huh?
- A little bit.

Do you wish that you were back home?

A little bit.

This is a souvenir of Paris.

- Your kindness confuses me.
- Excuse me, madam.

Do you know who built the railroads?
I'm friends with everyone,

even the Minister of Transport.
And I have a proposition to make.

That's a shame, we
have to leave Paris tonight.

Precisely, dear friend.
But, I have a nice surprise for you.

Tonight, a ride aboard a locomotive,
"The Raffal"

It's the fastest of France.
120 miles an hour.

And, I have a special ticket for you.

It will be a wonderful experience.

Do you mind, my dear?

Huh? No, no.

Stronger, faster!

Quicker! Quicker! Go!

Feed it, feed the insatiable monster
separating man from the elements!

Again, Again!

Excuse me, sir, may I?

THE PARISIAN LIFE

Who is it?

Eugenia, please open up!
I have come to give you some company.

- I have brought a bottle of champagne.
- I can not.

Why not? Just a little company.
Only some company.

That's okay. Okay, I'll wait.

Hear the fun your husband is having!

We should also rejoice.

We can spend another
day together, can we not.

- No!
- An unforgettable night then.

- No!
- You will have a beautiful memory.
473

- No!
- The memories we will make. The desire, Eugenia.

No!

Let me caress her naked body.

It will be my paradise...

.. and perhaps for you.

Scoundrel!

Can't you hear?
He is also as happy as we are.

"As the turbines are expanded, advance
O people - the big Satan."

Carducci, the great Italian poet.
Carducci!

Here's to love.

Perfect! Like a Russian.

But you have to be careful not to get cut
by the glass, little one.

Be well! Try once and then die.

Die? Why die?

I offer you my virginity.
Please don't make fun of me.

- Virgin? You are still a virgin?
- Pure as a lily.

What about your husband... not yet ...?

He has not touched me,
not even with a finger.

My God, how complicated you Sicilians are?

Stendhal tells how an Italiaan husband...

trusts his wife to be a virgin...

but always checks to see
if it had been otherwise.

Ah, no! No, no, no.
Who understands the Italians?

No, It's all too complicated for me.

I'll leave the champagne.

Goodbye, my beautiful one!

In hindsight, a virgin is too tiring.

No!

I want to die!

Conductor! hurry, Conductor!

- What is it, madam?
- She drank a bottle of quinine, magnificent...

hair lotion. Oh! She'll be alright.

- Is she traveling alone?
- No, her husband is driving the locomotive.

Oh! How well paid these
French railway workers are!

Making an attempt on life itself,
Thats crazy. Why?

Is chastity, for you, too big a burdon?

Many hold holy chastity
to be a blessing from God,

for you is it too much to handle?

Read, read in the book that
I gave you for your wedding,

with joy they accepted martyrdom,
to preserve their virginity.

"Quick and merciful
will be the eternal joy"

screams in her heavenly exaltation
St. Apollonia, Virgin and Martyr,

while being torn on the wheel
and then thrown into the fire,

thrown to the beasts.

And this is key, key,

that after rejecting marriage
to her beloved Tamiris,

she did not hesitate to face with
no more dress than mystic ardor...

a fierce attack by a pack of tigers.

I'm too weak to face
the dangers of the world.

What is Weak?

Were the eleven thousand weak, yes, eleven
thousand virgins captained by St. Ursula...

...
who preferred death to carnal acts

with a horde of lewd heartless brutes?

Or Agatha, the chaste maiden who
preferred the amputation...

of her breasts rather than give in
to the wishes of the shameless Quintian.

There's an army of virgins and martyrs
watching you and judging you:

Filomena, Margarita, Martina...
Bibiana

Barbara, Dorothy, Christian,
Dorothea, Sinforosa.

But what I say, all these martyrs,
but unfortunately are not virgins!

Turn to prayer and good works!

The spirit dominates contrition
and body fatigue.

Now get ready to return to your palace,

like a normal happy couple.

Yes, yes, we will love but
agree with purity of spirit,

but if we sleep in separate rooms.
What will the servants think?

I don't want people to whisper
behind my back. Do you understand?

Very simple. We will just say that you
have taken a vow of chastity...

according to the Rule of St. Augustine.

That's a great idea.

PRAYER OF A VIRGIN

Good night, Raimundo!
Good night, Firmino!

- Good night.
- Joyful night, Aunt.

I've heard a rumor that you had decided...

you and my cousin Eugenia, to
waive the shared bed.

Yes, that we have.

That's crazy! With a woman like that!

Abstinence is sometimes more
stimulating than the pleasure.

Has it not happened to you, cousin, to see
that a flower, one of many such beautiful,

- that seems to me to say: "Don't
pluck me, don't pollute me." - No!

"But she seems created
just for making love."

Gabriele D'Annunzio. PLEASURE,

Chapter 3 - Gabriele D'Annunzio?
- The greatest Italian poet.

I do not read his books. They are
banned by the Church. They are immoral.

"Only by overcoming the moral, you
can approach the man, Superman".

THE TRIUMPH OF DEATH.
Preface.

The decision is sacred.

She plays for you and you love her.

I love her, yes, but
can desire her no more.

"The love I feel is one that is
forever and does me no harm."

"Maybe yes, maybe no."
Book One.

"Accept the unknown and all that fate
brings."

"He liked to call his sister:
lover".

"Eliminate any prohibition and your will
nearly have the flavor of incest."

Hush, hush, hush!
My God, what am I doing!

Do you wanted to kill me?

"Desire and destruction, will and
suffering are the same fever.

"Maybe yes, maybe no."
Paper first.

Yes, also the crime is justified,
when you have very strong emotions.

My only vice.
Goodnight, cousin.

And read the poet.

Now comes the Marchioness!
The Marquise!

Come on, boys, do not bother the Marquise.
- Behave yourselves.

Do not make a fuss.

- There is something here for everyone.
That's for you. - Kiss your hand.

- Are all these children yours?
- Just because I have seven and another on the way?

I brought you some clothes.

I have dedicated myself to do charity
work in order to master my carnal desires.

To facilitate these outings,
Raimondo had

Turin bring a motor vehicle.

- Al Convento de la Dolorosa.
- At your service,

Unfortunately Marquise, he comes with
the car, he's the driver and a mechanic.

He was a Tuscan named Pennacchini.

A man who at first glance seemed competent
and able in his station.

However, I increased my prayers
to ward off new temptations.

- Take me to the Palace.
- Yes, Marquise.

There was a foul odor emanating
from his person.

A vulgar smell and yet very exciting...

which he knew how to get rid of.

- Madam?
- Please close the glass.

Tomorrow I want the car washed and buffed.

As you wish.

And make sure you wash it well.

So I will.

PLEASURE

THE VIRGIN OF THE ROCKS.

THE INNOCENT MAYBE YES, MAYBE NO

I would like to get in the car.

- Why?
- I would like to try it out.

- Get in then.
- Really?

- No, I'm not going to.
- Why?

- Because if the Marquise sees me, she'll fire me.
- Fire you?

- Is the Marquise so cruel?
- Not cruel... she's very nervous.

- Every since the day of her wedding.
- Things have been a little off?

What have you heard?

That she sleeps there and he here, eh!
But I will say no more.

Hey you, listen!

Our patron and the Marquise have vowed
after the wedding...

to practice "marriage chastity" yes.

So when they die, they will be saints.

- When they die! And for now ...?
- You must not.

Maybe I'll be here a while.

I'm in no hurry.

You, God, praise;
you, Lord, we acknowledge.

You, Eternal Father,
all creation worships you.

Consider yourself fired.

Of course.

Even my French Perfume...

wont get rid of the pungent
odor of that violent commoner.

The motor has failed.

It will take a couple of oxen to
tow the car.

What do we do?

There is a cottage. Do you see it?

Its hot out here.
Maybe we'll be cooler inside.

A glance, eh?

Lie down.

You will see how soft it is.
It is better than a bed.

-Are you going to take advantage
of my weakness? - Yes!

No!

No!

Don't. No.

No. No.

Give me a hand.
Help me a little bit!

Please No!

Please NO.

Enough!

I can't do it.

I'm too tired.

Don't quit!
Don't

at last!

If you are a man of honor,
leave the island tomorrow.

I'm not a man of honor.

My God, how could I stoop so low!

Vile, vile, vile You tricked me!

The engine wasn’t damaged.

What? You didn't like it?

You will see that tomorrow things
will be better. Come on and get in!

- Here comes the Marquise Eugenia.
- Yes, let's give her the news.

Yes, go faster.
Out, out of the way.

Doña Eugenia, your husband is a hero
.

You know that for ten days,
the mine workers were on strike,

egged on by two or three ringleaders.

This work stoppage was causing serious
problems for your husband,

.. not only him, but for Italy itself
at this time of war.

Well, he decided to end the strike.

Don Raimondo assessed the situation like
a general on a battlefield.

Thus, with a slow but steady pace,
enduring the scorching sun...

indifferent and unarmed, he advanced
towards the group of mutineers, led...

by three or four outlaws,
who would be better off behind bars.

Lieutenant Carabinieri ordered
his men to aim their weapons.

But Raimondo, seeing such movements, indicated
with his hand that it wasn't necessary.

Go back to work!
You must fulfill your duty!

After a moment of uncertainty,
that seemed almost eternal...

the mob of miscreants faltered
and slowly dispersed.

They returned to the mine and back to work.

The strike is over.

Forgive me, cousin.
I'm so excited that I must retire.

Wash me, cleanse me, rub me!
Make me spotless.

Purge me! Harder!

But, lady, if the gown is not removed
there is no way to do more.

Have a bath naked? Never!

You know how the saying goes:
We are born naked and we will die naked.

- naked and washed. -
you do not consent to such comments.

I had better shut up.

Harder! Harder!
Purge me!

Harder! Harder!
Purge me! Purge me!

Take off my nightgown!

- Never! - Obey!
- Okay.

Lady Marchioness, May I say something?

The dog that cut off your dress,
must be a very gentle dog

because he did not
leave a scratch on the skin.

Cleanse me, wash me, rub me.

Fast! Purge me!

Cleanse me, wash me, rub me.

Have you heard of my feat?

Clear.

I've never seen you more beautiful.

- What did you do today?
- Nothing!

Seeing the cabin again, a storm raged
in my poor heart.

Would the chauffeur stop...
or not?

He didn't stop and I
almost felt disappointed.

Carry on. Do your duty.

Go inside!

Here I am, I'm inside.

Really?

Don't you feel sorry me with my
consumption and despair.

I have not seen a tougher skin than
yours to still have a mother's heart.

What does my mother have to do with
this? I thought we came here to fuck.

Eugenia, if you faint!

Hey, baby, Awake!

Look Let's go, huh?
It takes two to fuck.

Wake up, you know little about love

Some cooperation is necessary.

Today is going to be better than last time.
I'll send you to paradise.

But undress by yourself, huh?

- Make it good and then I'll die.
- Why? - Because I do not want to live.

You will see that you will soon lose
the desire to die.

- No, I dare say.
- What?

I would like to start again.

Give me your hand. Put it here!

Do you see how the little one is?
Kiss Me!

Big again!

So these are the mysteries of the flesh!

These and many others.

The desire too.

Again, again.

Can we do it yet again?
Is it possible?

"I sail the sun with a south wind, dreaming
Duilio colonies."

- "What will open furrows with your spurs!"
- Who are these verses?

- The greatest poet of Italy.
- (Dante) Alighieri. - Gabriele D'Annunzio.

Unjustly exiled to French soil.

- Where he fled from his debt.
- A genius does not pay his debts, Msgr.

- My respects, Msgr.
- My respects, Msgr.

His books are banned by the Church.

Then, I feel sorry for the Church.

From exile with these lines he
sends us songs from abroad...

that inflame the hearts of all Italians
encouraging the war with Libya.

Sit, Msgr.

Why not be concerned with water,
instead of the colonies?

Is it the water, or the known issues of
literacy and ignorance here.

Water and roads in
the southern provinces...

.. are correctable problems
for any Engineer.

Its the larger companies
that make great men.

I was feeling unworthy
of being such a man...

and I swore to myself more than ever
to never yield to carnal appetites...

and never again to fall into
the horror of sin.

The Devil... you are the devil!

"Now is the day... the day of the plow.
O men of the school and the fence!

"Have you come with typhoon strength,
from the Mediterranean Sea.

"More fierce than the star on the back
of Orion

"redder than the messenger
blue and shouting Itza, Itza...

and all of the air is just a flag.

"Come with me to the burning desert...

"Come with me to the desert with sphinxes
Just waiting for footprints and seed.

"With me, you fruitful aprestas with your
lineage, back to restore the old groove,

"in which yourself and
your work reaches eternal."

"Join me where the fighting,
is to harvest..."

"come together in the Corona
bay leaf to the ear."

These, proud people of Sicily. are
the verses from exile...

the great poet Gabriele D'Annunzio
sends you.

Punish me mercilessly
and throw out the intruder.

I'll be good. Forgive me.
Throw out that commoner.

- I'm not worthy of you.
- Eugenia, Eugenia, where are you?

Forgive me!

Farewell, my wife and sister!
Tomorrow I'm going to Libya.

Large companies make men great.

As the poet says:
"Oh Tripoli city felony...

"will see how Rome's
heels are bronze and his yoke iron"

What are you doing on the floor?

- I fell. - did you faint
- I stumbled - Did you hurt yourself?

Here's to our future victory

To you and your charities
and the large companies

Are you trembling?

Only for you

My dear little woman
-I'm your sister

My dear sister

I'll be back soon

During my absence, read
any poet's work

The novels, especially

They are in my library

Thanks for you leave.

- Eugenia
- Yes

Live

Have pity on a poor sinner

I confessed my horrible sin
and I was ordered to a long...

retreat. in the convent... the Dolorosa, and
those good sisters with whom I had grown up.

The thought that when I
returned to the Palace...

I would have to confront
the object of my lust...

did not give me peace.

But fortunately, the Monsignor
had seen to everything.

Lady Marchioness has come with
a letter from the Marquis...

and they have also come.

Brigadier Nutrient! My respects,
Marquise.

What I can do for you?

Yesterday we arrested your
Driver, Silvanno Pennacchini...

on charges of aggravated robbery
.

- Aggravated robbery?
- Exactly.

Theft of sacred objects,
from the convent...

where he was frequently seen,
two silver candlesticks...

were found under his bed.

With this precedent, I would check to see if
you have been the victum of other misdeeds.

I'll check.

Excuse me, I'm feeling Ill.

But as fate would have it,
I would have to confront.
797

The man who had made my life Topsy-turvy.

Lady Marchioness: Do you recognize
the accused, your personal driver.

Look!

- I admit it.

The accused, during his service,
were you always satisfied?

Always.

FIRE Gabriele D'Annunzio
were years of loneliness.

From my unfortunate lover,
I had heard nothing.

I read the novels of the poet dreamed...

Lady Marquise, Marquise,
You have a visitor.

How is my suicide?

- Are you happy to live now?
- No.

Stupid girl!

I saved you once on the train and
now I will save you a second time.

Now we'll change everything.

I came to Sicily to do a story on
Greek temples.

I'll stay a while.

Long enough to make
your life cheerful again.

Son pants.

What are you reading? Ah, D'Annunzio!
I've heard of him.

"A servant to escort me from thee lobby.

"He appears withdrawn, the poet.

"The poet wears a gown at home,
like a Franciscan monk.

"kissing hands...

"and that kiss burns like fire.

"He is sitting on a chaise
chair and he curls up his feet.

"Taking your hands and patting
it while he talks.

"They are hotter than the
most ardent caresses. the words.

"He knows.

"And more sublime than the
most sublime words, the caresses.

And he knows. "1914 was the year

Raimondo had triumphantly
returned from the war with Libya...

and had been elected to Parliament.

He divided his time between the capital and
.. the care of our seized lands

He paid me very little attention

I took long rides on a velocipede
with my new friend Evelyn.

So it was, that one day, I wanted
to return to the cabin...

the place of my...

What sad lovers.
I'm Horrified.

What horror?
- Eugenia, let me explain.

- Scoundrel! No!
- Eugenia, do you not think that I...?

- Eugenia!
- Let me explain!

She is a poor peasant girl.
I don't even know her name.

So you never ask your lovers name?

"The flesh cries and sends"
wrote the poet.

- That so I've read.
- Sister!

You made me believe in
your purity, but you are rotten.

- Where are you going? - Don't touch me.
I'm going... back to my books.

Do not make a fuss.
I am a Member of Parliament.

- Look!
- What is it?

A powerful poison. I always
carry with me, as do all brave men.

Don't force me to use it!

Forget it, I'm not made
for you, nor you for me...

I then began to travel.
The only wish that I had in my heart...

was to meet the poet.

I came to the shore of the great ocean,
to his place of exile,

I was eager to learn and even to love.

- Lady, do you want a cup of coffee?
- Yes, thank you, you're very kind.

- Honey, please pass me the thermos?
- He never appears before sunrise.

- Come! - No, no. When the moon,
also rides at night.

- No saddle, riding bareback.
- Let's stay here.

Hear how beautiful is this piece
of "Alcione"!

"Grace of the sky, gently
how you look in the wet ground:

"beautiful soul, made your own tears.

"Rising moon in the sky and meager...

"as an eyebrow
the young and slender stem of a reed."

There he is! There, in the distance!

Viva D'Annunzio

- Is he naked?
- No, he is coming all in white.

- This is most unforgettable. What a thrill.
- Did you bathe - I don't know, do you?

And we came at last to the
longed for day of the meeting.

Do not worry. you are the
most beautiful woman here.

Oh, what beautiful greyhounds.

You may take your places, please.

Let's sit Stand up, stand up.

Here at least we'll be fine.

Silence!

Don't faint, stupid.
Look!

Be happy, that you who
have seen the poet's face.

Ladies and gentlemen, the meeting is over.

Why do you laugh?

When I think about what happened,
I have to laugh.

- And you, don't
- No

Never have a child, Poet.

Tonight, let's go back
to the shore of the ocean.

We might see him again.

He no longer comes!

Life has no more meaning. I want to die.

Why die?

"Reject any yoke," as the poet would say.

What yoke?

Here.

Eugenia!

It's okay.
I'll try this and then I'll die.

My dear little Eugenia!

From the great meadow of life
I had chosen the unnatural pleasure.

I woke up from deep sleep only
to find Evelyn's letter of goodbye.

She tired of vanities that
I did not absorb and quench,

I returned to Rome to say goodbye
my husband-brother.

- May I help you? - Is this the home of the
Honorable Corrao?

- Yes, madam.
- I'm his wife.

Yes, Please come in.

Goodnight, Marquise.

This way, Marquise.

Please.

My darling!

So you've decided to
withdraw from the world!

I'm tired of lying.

The nunnery?

You came from the convent and then
you went back to the convent.

Perhaps it is fair and even beautiful.

I will decide... and I will go away...

- to Africa or Asia to cure lepers.
- So this is goodbye.

You could not stand the test.

I have heard of thee in the newspapers.

I honor my name as I can,
to serve our country humbly.

- That's it?
- That is everything. Bye Bye.

- Bye Bye.
- Goodbye, brother.

Let me seal it with a
chaste kiss, this goodbye.

Yes, brother.

- Mercy!
- Beloved Sister!

- No! - Your eyes are burning with desire.
- No! - But, I see.

We are surrounded by putrefaction.

The smell is rotten, but it is
able to excite great thoughts.

- Sinful Thoughts!
- Are they your thoughts also?

If fate brought us together,
fate will forgive us.

- What?
- The incestuous embrace.

- No!
- Yes!

Confess that you also
want me like I want you.

- I'm your sister. -
But we can, we are allowed.

"Just shifting the moral man surpasses
about the man and superman".

Oh, my God!

Flesh.
Infinite hidden and intangible mysteries...

that only contact with
other flesh can reveal.

Listen to the bestial part of the man
that is howling within us:

laughing, sobbing, babbling, mocking,
complaining, crying, kicking.

We are allowed... we can.

- What are you saying?
- That I want you, too.

You, I have always have desired.

I have always loved you, Eugenia.

Dear Sister!

Yes, I want you.

My heart beats for you
My blood boils for you. Kiss Me!

- I want more pleasure.
- Which one?

- Death.
- Death?

- What death?
- The poison you showed me.

Remember, like Romeo and Juliet.

Yes, yes, like Romeo and Juliet.

What an intense flavor!

Splendid!

Leave it there.
And do not bother me.

Have the day off.
You can leave now.

Frankincense, Myrrh and benzoin,
beautiful oriental perfumes.

To the extent, thus.

Our final resting place!

Take me! I'm yours.

Beautiful wife and sister!

To help us in our journey
Finally, as an epitaph,

the words of the poet:

"Possessed of the same agitated delirium.
Lovers ..."

"are embittered by... carnal
hatred on the peaceful bed ..."

'... when I want, destruction, suffering,
pleasure and fever become one..."

The telephone!

Hello? Who is?

What do you want?

Raimondo Corrao! The Honorable
Raimondo Corrao. You? who is there?

Speak louder! please...

Monsignor Pacifici!

Oh yes, tell me!
Is my mother ill?

What Dona Rosalia confessed?

And what did she confess that
seemed so important?

You are not brother and sister.

Antonio Corrao was not your biological
father so Eugenia, is not your sister.

Why? Why?

Because Dona Rosalia, your mother
married pregnant.

What? Who is your father?
The Marquis de Maqueda.

But how is that possible? Don Ruggero
suffered that little mutilation in Africa.

Before, before leaving for Africa,
when he was still young.

He left a pregnant Dona Rosalia...

so then she wed Antonio Corrao,
in a marriage of convenience.

You should be pleased! See how
the Divine Providence fixes everything?

- Tell me what he said?
- Cover up.

- You're not my sister!
- Really?

Your father is not mine.
My father is yours and your father is mine.

Cruel mockery of fate, I am
deprived of a guilty pleasure!

We are husband and wife,
just like any normal couple.

We needed more excitement.

- We'll have to look elsewhere.
- You're crazy! It's poisoned.

Calm down. We will not die.

- And the poison?
- Its only a Parisian powder.

- Parisian Powder!
- A vulgar aphrodisiac!

Infamous! Vile!
Scoundrel!

- Are you crazy? -
I want to die and you will die with me.

- Be careful what you do.
- I'm doing it on purpose.

- You'll burn the house down.
- That's what I want.

To burn up the whole world!

And the world burned literally...

and all burned at the stake.

War will be for us the scent of battle.

War will be the virginity of victory.
Now, war will be your mother.

She who helped you to
take your first steps;

She who wiped your first cry;

She who you consoled,
counseled, and forgave ..

She who delivered us to the war launches
us...

and then she will yell, "Go,
son. Go and die."

And the plucking of your breasts,
sends you into the fight,

saying, "Go, son You can't be
overcome, resign, or die."

Mother, how ominous!
There will be touched balls.

Raimondo gave his life for his country.

I did, what little I could.

Water!

I thirst.

I'm thirsty.

You?

We tried to find you.

Hey, give me something to drink.

I did not know... I thought you were...

Instead, I'm here and he is not.

He was given a medal.

So he must have died happy.

Who knows if I'll get me a medal?

Because if I die, I'll have failed...

and no one wins.

Nurse!
We love a reunion but...

I'm thirsty.

Easy

Easy!

Down! So okay.

Easy! careful.

Your husband... he was killed in the war.
.

Don't you worry.
I have two others to carry me.

Bishop... and you

In the same instant again I find the
only love of my life, only to learn that...

he hated me.

Paris 1920

I embraced peace, I traveled
and tried to find myself.

I returned to Paris in search of some
memory of my past.

There among the graves
of many illustrious men,

that also rested who would have loved...

and scared one day my virginity.

Come in!

- You!
- Yes, it is me.

How could you find me?

Its a long story.

We will have plenty of time to discuss it.

So, you did not come to kill me?

No!

So, why are you here?

I do not know, who knows?

Don't open old wounds..

Respect the flag!

I understand; Please forgive me.
I was wrong.

Why?

Because you have not changed at all.

But do you not see the storm
building in my heart?

Listen; Let me explain.

For me, a storm is when it rains
outside and the wind whistles.

Shelter instead means
evacuate to a shelter.

What do you want to do...

and what you are dying
to do is called fuck me...

and you can also call it other things.

For example, in Sicily
what you call: fuck!

- No!
- Don't worry,

I'm going.

No!

Now you can make fun of me.

- The first thing I will do is treasure you.
- You .. you mock me?

You get drunk with words...

and my love has no words.

Love! You said you love!
So, you do love me?

- If not, why would I come back?
- Tell me.

- Shit, I love you! And you?
- I love you, I love you. Kiss Me!

No! Into the abyss of sin, no!