A love triangle in London

 

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Scene II

(At local police station- Inspector Green’s Office)

(Inspector Green and two policemen)

 

Insp. Green

-Are you sure then???

 

First Pm

-Yes, boss! Our deep throat says our two men, Vincent and Norman,  have already received the stuff from Jamaica!

 

Second Pm (mocking an improbable advertising spot)

-One hundred pounds of very tasteful Jamaican grass!!

 

Insp. Green (whistling by surprise)

-Fucking hell!!! What bloody channel do they get  such an amount of stuff through???

 

First Pm

-Our informer does not know it yet!!!

 

Second Pm

-On the other hand which advantage we’ll  get if we stop these supplies?!?

 

Insp.  Green (paying the right attention)

-What do you exactly mean by that?

 

First Pm (after changing a mutual understanding glance with his colleague)

            -Do you know how much is worth that stuff out there???

 

Insp. Green

-‘don’t know….. may be a forty quid each pound…..

 

First Pm

-Which   sums up to four thousand fucking pounds…a lot of money, ain’t it?

 

Insp.  Green (smelling a rat)

-You mean it’s a shame burning such a great amount of money, don’t you?

 

First Pm (smiling shrewdly)

-As matter of fact it’s a  legal offence even burning a single banknote!

 

Second Pm

-I know an American lad who cuts the grass off from his garden each time they seize this kind of  drugs…..

 

First Pm

            …….and he mixes a quarter of marjhuana with three quarters of his grass up to make the seized quantity….

 

 

Second Pm

            ……He swears that the incinerator’s guys smell   properly those  burned goods !

First Pm

-Of course, three thousand pounds are to be shared in three parts…

 

Insp. Green (approving)

-Do we know  where is stashed the stuff?

 

First Pm

-Not yet, sir!  But we know for sure that Vincent and Norman will start selling the stuff today, right in the afternoon!!

 

Second Pm

-In order to get rid of it in the shortest time, they  plan  to deliver it to single customers all in a day, carrying the stuff in the car!

 

Insp. Green

-Do we know the car they will use for delivers? Must be a big one!!

 

First Pm

            - Yes sir, it’s a van!  Unfortunately  they change it every time, but we know the  address and      the right time of the first deliver!!

 

Second Pm

-We know that one of them waits in the van while the other goes for delivering…

 

First Pm

            -….. so we can catch him while delivering the stuff…

 

Second Pm

            -…. And promise to him   safety  if he leads up straight to the van waiting outside!

 

Insp. Green

-Excellent, boys! Where’s planned their first deliver then?

 

First Pm ( handing him a note in a  paper after reading it)

-At five o’clock in a  flat of  Hampstead,  belonging to such a Mr Sailor, Anthony Sailor! 

 

Insp. Green (standing up, followed by the two guys)

-We will be there right for tea-time!!!

 

First Pm

– Of course we will!!

 

Second Pm

-And we‘ll make a very nice infuse, won’t we??

 

EXEUNT

 

A love triangle in London

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Dramatis Personae

 

Max Sailor:  A young man looking for his own way

Brenda Parnell: Max’s  girlfriend

 George Tender: Good friend of Max’s and Brenda’s

Jonathan Close: A good  Jewish  boy from England

Elvira Giusti: Former Jon ’s girlfriend

Hamed Farsiwill : Iranian student refugee-Escaped from Iranian Revolution

Rocìo Peròn-Mendoza: Colombian student

Francesco Soggiu: Italian Theologian  Student

Inspector Green: Head of local police

Jim Cope: Inspector’s Green first man

Roy Elther: Inspector ‘s Green Second man

Vincent and Norman: pushers from Jamaica (do not appear)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 (The drama is set in London  at any week-end between 1979 and 1980 in the Hampstead Max ’s parents  house)

Scene I

(Max, Brenda, George in a large bedroom)

 

Max (lying on the bed, in a dreaming voice)

-Tonight I would like to fly!!

 

Brenda (getting closer to hold the smoking pipe Max is handing to her, in a very sensual voice through the smoke she will take from the pipe)

-Why waiting tonight, my dear?

 

Max (getting up and giving the pipe Brenda is handing to George)

-Not  in that sense, Brenda! George have you got me?

 

George

-Of course I have! You would like to be some kind of flying bird, wouldn’t you?

 

Brenda (after passing the pipe George is handing to Max, miming a bird with open arms)

-Oh, yes! Let’s be a crow! Or even better, as we say with the Irish word, let’s be a

Préachàn (draws a crow’s sound from  her tongue)

 

George (also laughing  )

-I would prefer to be a dog sail!

 

Max (putting down the pipe on a bedside table)

-Great! I would also like it! A dog sail following the wake of a ship! For ever!

 

(The phone bell breaks on afterwards)

 

Max (picking up the phone)

-Hello!?

(pause)

 

Max

-Sure! It’s right today!

 

(pause again)

 

Max

-Any time you like in the afternoon!!

 

(another pause)

 

Max

-I’ll see you later, then! By, by!!

 

Brenda

-Who was it?

 

 

Max

-He was Francesco, ‘you know? The italian guy who is following our philosophy term at College….

 

Brenda

-Ah, the Jesuit priest? What did he want?

 

George

-He’s not a priest yet!

 

Max

-I had formerly invited him to the party…and he just wanted a confirmation….

 

Brenda

-He’s not a priest yet then?! That’s why he ‘s joining the party!! He has told me anyway he is graduated in theological sciences or something like that…..

 

Max

-Actually is doing a sort of  sabbatical time before taking the final votes!

 

George

-That’s the way Jesuits are  unlisted…..…..

 

Max

-They are supposed to experience in all things  of the life before becoming a priest….

 

Brenda (laughing maliciously)

-Even going with  women?

 

George

-I think they are! The things of   life also include screwing, don’t they?

 

Max(taking again the pipe in his hands)

-And also smoking I might suppose……

 

Brenda

-I expect a priest would not copulate neither smoke…

 

Max

-‘ you catholic! You’re always living among prohibitions!!! Is not the same for the orthodox, is it George?

 

George

-I think is not at all! As far as I know they can even get married!!!

 

Brenda

-As matter of fact: they have to get marry before any carnal relation!!

 

Max

-But Francesco is still a laic man!!

Brenda

-And laity are not supposed to go with any woman before they get marry with them!!

 

George

-All this matter looks like a dog trying to catch  its own tail, doesn’t it?

 

Max

-Quiet a difficult matter to face on my birthday!!!

 

Brenda

-Oh, by the way, did you enjoy my birthday’s present?

 

Max (watching up the pipe’s bowl and searching somewhere around)

-Where is the rest of the grass?

 

Brenda (handing him a small silver wrapping paper )

-Here you are!

 

Max (filling up the   bowl and   passing to George the lighting pipe)

-Of course I did! What about you George?

 

George (tasting a long blow and passing the pipe to Brenda)

-That’s really a special stuff! I’m stoned as hell!

 

Brenda (taking a blow)

-Why do we say ‘ stoned as hell’? I actually feel stoned as heaven!!!

 

Max

-Do we have anymore to share with our guests?

 

Brenda

-Don’t worry about. We’ll have plenty of it!!  Vincent, my pusher, has promised to come along with a large pound of the same stuff, this afternoon, at five  o’clock; this was only a free sample (shows the empty tinfoil)

 

(A heavy sound hits the time)

 

 

George

-Goodness! It’s one o’clock!?!

 

Brenda (laughing and mocking a famous song)

-And time for lunch! Onky-tonky!

 

Max (laughing too)

            -And we still have to set the catering on the tables for the guests! They might be coming soon!

 

Brenda

-Let’s go upstairs then!

 

EXEUNT

 

The Dreamer

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Chapter 1

«I will soon be back, make yourselves at home, please» - said the man going out. We looked at each other, George and I. It had only been from the morning that we didn’t have a chance to stay alone, however I swear that it seemed to me as if it was an eternity.

«That’s a real story of madness! » he burst out taking a seat in one of the four wood armchairs that were around a circular table in the center of the small room–«This man must be crazy! Let's put him off as soon as is back and let's escape from here, until we are in time»–he added while I was taking a seat in front of him.

«Just a moment, George, maybe it will seem strange to you, but I don't feel afraid of this man! He inspires a sort of trust in me, despite his strangeness».

«But do you realize what you are talking about? Have you gone out of sense too? This man must have some extraordinary powers: hasn't he hypnotized us just slightly before? Have you also heard him talk of super-races and brain's experiments or have I dreamed of it?», George attacked me nervously.

«Be quiet, please, George» - I told him in a calm voice. –«First of all, I don't believe he has hypnotized us, just before. Secondly, if he is really so powerful as you say, what could be his reaction, when we try to immobilize him? Make a point on it: when we arrived here, we were both sleepy. Therefore if he wanted to use us as guinea-pigs, two punctures were enough for him to knock us down! On the other hand I have not seen yet neither cats resembling mice, nor men with a square brain! Who can be sure that the old man is not inventing everything? It would not surprise me if this story derived from the imagination of some fantastical writer. I want to go to the end of all these circumstances. Don’t you also want to know what kind of job's proposal Mr Winningoes is going to make for us?»

George gazed for a long time into my eyes, thoughtfully. Then, without answering, he relaxed on the back of the chair, releasing the muscles and breathing deeply.

He stood with half open eyes crossing at once the feet and the hands softly on the womb, with the right hand covering the palm of the left one. He seemed to me almost slept, while only the breath animated his body.

Won by all those unexpected and subsequent emotions, I also imitated him doing my best on sitting comfortably on the wood ancient chair.

to be continued...

Stases of resonances

 

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Now I know what is love

Now I know what is love

Not the sudden passion

that turns off soon

and then rises again

Not even your eyes

May be sincere

But not eternal.

Not your vain, fallacious promises

But the Word that never betrays

It's true love!

Stases of resonances

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0FQ488BSM

Let them in

Let them in, Mr President;

they are the silent majority

tired to see a greed,

financial minority

exploiting the world.

Let them in, Mr President;

sit down and listen to them;

they have a lot of things to say;

they are the future of Mother Earth.

Let them in, Mr President;

By occupying Wall Street

they want to show how

a bunch of criminals

have occupied the power

and not by means of democracy

but through illegal tricks.

Let them, in Mr President;

they are fed up

to endure the richest 1% in the world

has more wealth

than 95% of humanity .

Let them in, Mr President;

they want a new world of justice

and U.S.A. must show justice.

Let them in, Mr President:

you can choose to be with them

or against them;

with justice or against justice;

with the New World

or against the New World!

Stases of resonances

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0FQ488BSM

Don’t ask me why

Don' t ask me why I've been there

Why I had to fill the emptiness of my days

Why was I lost in the dark  nothingness

Why I didn't have a place to go to

Don't ask me why

I only remember now

 the time of hope

The smoking rings

The dreaming trips

That's our life

Made of mistakes

Driven by mysterious course

Aimed to search

What you think to be true

And the time being the cheater of our senses

Only God

Cannot mislead

Our souls.

Stases of resonances

 

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Let them sing

 

Let them sing,

all over the Country,

 let them sing!

Let them sing,

 they are the real voice of the Country!

Let them sing, in the name of liberty,

let them sing in the name of dignity!

Let them sing against speculation,

Let them sing against criminal finance!

Let them sing for the world is their world,

let them sing for their sons, for their daughters!

Let them sing with the voice of the sixties!

Let them sing remembering flowers!

Let them sing for a new world to come!