:13:02
The poetry wiII have Ieft
the mark of its seditious saIiva...
:13:06
on the virgin's nippIes.
:13:08
The poet Francois ViIIon
was hung from a tree for much Iess...
:13:12
and his bIood gushed
from his neck Iike roses.
:13:15
I don't care. She can do
what she wants. I'm ready.
:13:20
Good Iad! It's a reaI shame
we haven't got...
:13:25
a trio of guitarists to go...
:13:31
My dear poet and comrade...
:13:34
you got me into this mess,
you've got to get me out of it.
:13:38
You gave me books to read...
:13:40
you taught me to use my tongue
for more than Iicking stamps.
:13:44
It's your fauIt if I'm in Iove.
:13:47
No, this has nothing to do with me.
:13:50
I gave you my books...
:13:52
but I didn't authorize you
to steaI my poems.
:13:56
If you think you gave Beatrice
the poem I wrote for MatiIde--
:14:01
Poetry doesn't beIong to those
who write it, but those who need it.
:14:07
I appreciate that highIy
democratic sentiment.
:14:17
Now go home and get some sIeep.
:14:20
You've bags under your eyes
as Iarge and deep as soup bowIs.
:14:33
This is for you.
Vote for Di Cosimo.
:14:35
They promised us running water...
:14:38
on the isIand two years ago, too.
:14:40
Two years ago, it wasn't
Di Cosimo who promised you.
:14:44
What's written on that paper
is a pIedge, not a promise.
:14:48
An oath, and God is my witness.
:14:55
Hey, Mario!
:14:57
Aren't you interested
in what I'm saying?