1:19:04
Wooden barracks?
1:19:08
Your mind has dried out.
1:19:10
You underestimate my talent
and my ''Troyad''.
1:19:18
lmagine the stench in Rome today.
1:19:26
Won't they punish you for leaving
Antium without Caesar's consent?
1:19:31
He will be composing poetry
for two days.
1:19:35
And l couldn't live without you.
1:19:38
l knew you'd come.
1:19:42
l turn my eyes,
gazing at your shadow,
1:19:48
which borrows charm
from your body,
1:19:54
it is as weightless
as if born of foam.
1:20:00
Where'er you walk,
butterflies and flowers...
1:20:15
l can't sit still.
Petronius, Vinicius...
1:20:19
Though my soul is saddened,
1:20:23
l feel l can present
this song in public.
1:20:27
You can perform it here,
in Rome, in Achaea.
1:20:35
When l play and sing,
1:20:37
l discover delights
l cannot name or understand.
1:20:41
l can only feel them.
And though powerful and divine,
1:20:46
l feel as insignificant as dust.
1:20:50
Only the greatest artists
are capable of such humbleness.
1:20:54
l know what they write
on the walls of Rome.
1:20:59
''Matricide, uxoricide''...
l am a monster to them.