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Scene III

(Max’s house living room; Francesco is reading a book sitting in an armchair; Brenda comes from the central door who leads upstairs; from the open door they can ear sounds of feasting voices and rock music from late seventies;)

 

Brenda (entering)

-Here you are Francesco! I’m sorry you are not enjoying the party!!

 

Francesco (closing the book on his left hand)

-Don’t be sorry, Brenda! The party is all right. It’s me to be wrong!

 

Brenda (laughing)

-That’s exactly what Max says when he wants to leave a party! Do you know where has he  gone, by the way? You left together upstairs, didn’t you?

 

Francesco

-Well, I simply followed him downstairs! And he just told me here I would be in a quiet reading place, ‘you know? But after receiving  a phone call… he went out to make his own phone call…. I suppose that telephone must be broken for calling out I mean(shows a telephone apparatus on a table)…..

 

Brenda (pulling the telephone up with confidence)

-It could be….but I ‘m not so sure  …..

 

Francesco (with embarrassed voice)

-I see….May be he had to make a sort of private call…. I would have left him alone …..

Brenda (with  a reassuring tone of voice, sitting on the opposite armchair)

-Don’t be upset, please, Francesco! Max is such a claustrophobic subject from time to time…..he wanted to go out.. that’s all!!!May I stay with you for a while?

 

Francesco

-Of course you can! I’ll be pleased!

 

Brenda

-Will you really?

 

Francesco (Putting the book down on the table and sitting with crossing legs and folded arms)

-Sure ! Why should I not?

 

Brenda (sitting on the edge of the armchair and lowing her voice)

-May be you can be my confessor….

 

Francesco (laughing)

-I’m sorry but I’m not enable to confess you! Not yet, at least….

 

Brenda (as above)

-But you could however  advice me…would you?

 

Francesco

-Well, it depends from the matter, ‘ you know?

 

Brenda (with sensual voice)

-It’s a matter of love!!!”

 

Francesco (showing indifference)

-What kind of love does it deal with?

 

Brenda (surprised)

-Love is just love, isn’t it?

 

Francesco

-Sure it is! But it also takes so many forms….

 

Brenda

-Let’s talk about sex and love!!!

 

Francesco

-Not always sex and love march together, do they?

 

Brenda (sinking into the armchair)

-Don’t be such a sophisticate prayer please!!! I’m just a mere student from art’s school!!!

 

Francesco

-I know you are! Max has shown me some paints of yours…

 

Brenda

-Has he? How have you liked them?

 

Francesco

-They show a sort of….How would I say?  I mean a sort of universal  desire of love….But I’m  only a student from theological ‘s  school, ‘ you know?

 

Brenda (laughing)

-‘You mean desire to get love or just to give it?

 

Francesco

-I don’t really know….may be both of them…

 

Brenda (closing back)

-Do you think a woman can love two men at the same time?

 

Francesco (showing a little embarrassed)

-What do you exactly mean by that?

 

Brenda

-That   I make sex with Max and George… I mean, all three together, at the same time, in the same bed, playing the same erotic performance,  do you understand me now?

 

Francesco

-Yes, yes, I do!  You don’t need to say more….

 

Brenda (closing weakly her eyes)

-We take pleasure each other: I love them and they love me…..

 

Francesco

-And you would like to know my personal point of view or you prefer the theological rule for such a matter?

 

Brenda

-I’m just interested on your own personal point of view!

 

Francesco

-May be you might be thinking of loving them but they, for sure, are in love one each other!!!

 

Brenda (with surprise)

-What are you trying to say to me?

 

Francesco

-I say that Max and George pretend to love you but actually  they realize their reciprocal love through your body…

 

Brenda (feeling upset)

            ….in other words you’re telling me that  they hide themselves behind my body?

 

Francesco

-That’s right!

 

Brenda

-Though difficult to believe it sounds quiet unpleasant to me!

 

Francesco

-I’m sorry, Brenda! I didn’t really want to hurt you! That’s just what I have seen inside your words!!

 

Brenda (sinking again in the armchair with a sigh, firstly like in trance )

            - There are so many stale and unprofitable uses in this world…….Nevertheless when they lie with me   I feel  that my body is  granting their desires, ‘you know? And afterwards they keep satisfied….

 

Francesco

-But my question is: are you satisfied yourself???

 

Brenda (like above, after a short pause )

            - Sometimes I feel there is something unfinished in all that… as if I searched for something              else…..may be a son to be mine above all… above conventions… above his own             father…whoever he might be……

 

 

Francesco

            - ‘You mean like in a sort of matriarchal society?

 

Brenda

            - …. It might be so…

 

Francesco

-But human  kind have already passed through that stadium. I think the world must go    ahead……

 

Brenda (like following her intimate thoughts)

 

            -  Sometimes  I feel so astonished.. so confused…so ungratified…

 

Francesco (standing up)

-When I told you  before, that there are so many kinds of love, I meant that sexual love is an ever rising need: the more you make it, the more you need it…As matter of fact there is a superior level of love which is able to extinguish for ever our thirst of love….

 

Brenda (standing up and embracing him)

-Please, Francesco, show me that kind of love! Please, I really want it!

Exeunt...to be continued

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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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A love triangle in London

a drama by ignazio salvatore basile

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

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The drift of Civilization

(In the death of the poet Edoardo Sanguineti)

 

The green wood crashed

From the third floor down

while Edward

like dry wood

was left

two hours

waiting

without any help;

meanwhile Televisions,  radios,

newspapers, networks,

were babbling of heroes,

other wood green

sent to die

by pompous senators

Pharisees of the third millennium

in the name of a homeland

with no more fathers!

What kind of place

has become this Country

Where poets live and die

In the utter indifference

And the bitches

With their pimps

make the news

And by the new scribes

They enjoy wide coverage

In a frenzy of amps

Which seem to lead adrift

our civilization?