In the Hand of Dante (2025)

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Dear reader, ask yourself,

was I not discouraged

by those cursed words?

I thought I'd never make

it back to earth again.

What, what I've written from my heart

and what I continue to

write from my heart must not

and cannot be tailored, even a stitch

to reflect either the heart of another

or the fake plastic, artificial heart

of this marketplace, which,

which was once a world.

Mm. My books can't be

edited any more than a leopard

can be manicured.

It's like Faulkner said, I get drunk.

I get mad, I get thrown from horses.

I get all sorts of things,

but I don't get edited.

I'd rather see the stable boy,

fk my wife than get edited.

It's true. Best editors, they

don't edit, they conspire

with the artists to bring freedom and gain.

Oh, now, Mr.

Farner, what were you

thinking of when you wrote that?

Money? Isn't that great?

He said money. Oh, money. That's right.

That's right. Only an artist

truly works for his loved ones

and more importantly for his descendants,

because they're the only ones that get

to see the fg paycheck.

We don't get paid hourly or

weekly or monthly or annually.

We get paid posthumously

when we're fg dead.

Let's all down, what is all this?

That.

I never get to do what I want,

and this is something that I want to do.

It's a translation of the divine comedy.

I, I, I know this poem so well.

I feel like I wrote it myself.

I I've been working on it for 10 years.

You had the lining

replace it, didn't you? Yeah.

You're still looking sharp

after all these years. Thank.

You very much.

Don't worry, kid. When the wind

hits, we'll put a coat on you.

Who's Dante?

Who's Dante? Uh,

a writer from the past.

He, he wrote a very famous poem,

the comedy later called The Divine Comedy.

Um, Yeah.

But you see Dante, he, he got trapped.

He locked himself into this

page of rhyme and meter

and where's the fg hope in that?

So I realized, I started

realizing he's flawed.

It's flawed because he's fought.

I didn't know what you mean.

Hey, old timer,

I young, You look like you

seen a ghost. What happened?

I k*lled some kid.

When? Just

now Where?

Down by the glass factory. How.

He cut his throat?

Was he from the neighborhood?

I never seen him before.

Well, where's the ship?

The knife. Where's the

knife you k*lled him with?

I threw it down the sewer.

Why'd you do it? You had this big knife

and asked me if I wanted to die.

So you didn't start nothing. He did?

Yeah. How you feel?

See, you're gonna make a,

you're gonna make a

career outta this or what?

You feel like a little

tough guy now. No. Good.

Because you ain't remember

what I always told you,

the golden rule, love died, neighbor.

Right. And you don't

be like this kid you ran into.

Right. You don't give no malaki to nobody.

What's what's the rest

of that? Like I told you,

Don't give no malarkey

and don't take no malarkey from nobody.

See? So you didn't take no malaki.

Right? And you are sure he

ain't from the neighborhood.

I never seen him before.

Unc, what do I have

to tell what I told you?

What would I make my confession?

What are you talking about? Confession.

From my first Holy communion,

All that. Oh,

yeah. God's everywhere.

Right, right, right. And he

hears everything. Right?

Right. He sees everything.

He hears everything.

Yes. So who's more

important? God or the priest?

God. So God just heard your confession.

Say, you said it out loud.

I I heard it. God heard it.

Hmm. So is that the way you do it?

That's the way I do it. Yeah.

Yeah. Oh, that's it. My sin is gone.

What sin? You didn't sin the little ro

pull the knife on you for no good reason.

He's the one who sinned

and God punished him.

Through you.

Thanks. Unc. We're buddies, right?

Yeah. Buddies. Just remember

what goes on between us and God.

Things like this are special.

You can't tell nobody about these things.

That's a sin. That's a bad sin.

Well, okay,

there's the sink, not black.

And wash your hands sounded dirty. Thanks.

I understood. And

above all, I was absolved.

And I never did tell

anyone that. I just admit that.

The creamy white gardenia

blossoms and the violet blossoms

and the red blossoms, and the pink blossoms

and the yellow blossoms

of countless other flowers,

and countless other

scents came forth in the sun

and shadow from the lush deep green

there stood the open monuments

to a darker magic of the sun.

The faded petroglyphs, the raised

and smoothed worn coral

altars where the maret

of human sacrifice practiced

latent into the 19th century,

and the scent of blood offering

and cannibalism, mingled with the sense

of the white blossoms

and the violet blossoms,

and the red blossoms, and the pink blossoms

and the yellow blossoms.

Oh,

There were nine skies,

not heavens, but skies.

All of what truth Dante knew

had begun with this revelation.

The first of the skies that

he had come to know had

through those years

become the rarest of all skies.

This was the great sky of the limitness,

which encompassed its coming.

Its being, it's passing and it's night.

Dante was the child

of the magical hilltop, but so was I.

And one of the nine skies is the same sky

that a man will see only

once on the day that he dies.

It was the dead of August.

That time in New York

when the daylight sky was an

oppressive, low lying glare of white.

And the dark of night was a

haze of Starless Ashton power.

Louis felt it. One with it.

He light a cigarette and drew smoke.

It was late, but not for him.

Making the rounds, my friend.

Don't call me that. Gimme

a drink and an ashtray.

Hey, we got this new grappa. It's great.

Fk you. Save that st for the suckers.

Gimme a dous and water on the rocks.

Fk the ashtray. Oh, use the floor.

So how's it going, Lou? Yeah.

You know, ah, back in the

old days when I was a kid,

the old timers used to say,

the bigger the mustache,

the bigger the man.

Now, these days, I see

a guy with a mustache.

I figured he is either a

cop or a ft or both.

Well, I guess I better

shave it off, man, hon Lou.

Nah, just leave it. Your

father's a cop, right? Yeah.

Maybe you got that half

a fg cop streaking you.

It suits you the mustache.

You know your uncle. He's a real fk up.

I mean, don't get me

wrong, you're a fk up too.

But you're a small change.

But your uncle, he's a real

fk up. Oh, he had this joint.

He did good with it for a while.

Pd everything away, gambling.

So he comes to my

friends, they help him out.

He keeps fg up, comes

crying to the bank over here

to cover his checks, to conned.

Every third time he gets a shut off notice.

No, my friends, they don't like that.

Hey, Lou, don't you think

you oughta put that away?

What if some cop walks by and looks in?

When was the last time you saw a cop walk?

They don't walk no more.

Ah, they go to the gym like the rest

of these fruits, but they don't walk.

Last cop I saw walking

the beat, it was a broad

five, two New York's finest.

Like your old man. A

worthless, ugly, little ct.

Anyway, my friends, they figured I

always scare into this piece of st.

Uncle, you, maybe he'll get the message.

Hey, take it easy, huh? Take it easy.

It's like the great Buddha

said, moderation in all things.

The eight folk path You ever take it up the

a*s, huh?

Or you ought to try it sometime.

I make a man outta you.

So, like I say, you

and your uncle, you're too of a kind,

too little lying general c*ck.

I know you've been robbing them,

selling the stock to other joints.

You know, a few bottles here,

a few bottles, that chicken st stuff.

But then again, you're a

little chicken st, cr.

And your mother, God rest

her soul was a cr too,

and not a very good one at that.

A funny, funny looking, you know that?

How'd you get abroad to marry you?

She must be a worst

fg loser than you are.

I mean, I never seen

her, your kids neither.

You got a picture?

Yeah.

Is this sir?

Yeah. She's funny looking too.

You know, you look like one of them.

Uh, what do you call them?

Uh, one of them ferrets.

And she looks like a pig.

You cross a donkey and

a horse, you get a mule.

Guess this is what you get when you cross

a ferret and a pig, huh?

How old's the little girl?

She'll be 10 next month.

Well, like I said, I, I never met him.

Maybe I should take a trip

out to Jersey one of these days.

Pay my respects. And how

old's the little girl? You said 10.

It's funny, you know, the older you get,

the younger you like.

You mean,

What is it you want me to do First?

And like the arresting officer says,

think about this carefully

before you answer,

because it may be the most important

answer you ever given your life.

How much money is in this dump right now?

Just to take from the night? About 1200.

That's pathetic. It's all

credit cards these days.

How much of this 1200 you already dip into?

You took it already.

Lou, Empty your pockets.

Now. Where's the rest of the 1200?

It's in the kitchen. Let's go.

All right. I,

you remember we were talking

about making a man outta you?

Get on your fg knees.

But he will do anything you want me to do.

Just fg do it

now.

Hold your ankles nice and

tight like a good little girl.

Perfect.

Nice.

I now speak to you as an

a OL Time Warner product.

I never envisioned that

I would live long enough

to say these words, which both repulse

and strangely amuse me.

Imagining ends

and fortune bears two faces, neither

of which is unveiled until the end.

The veil has not yet been lifted.

But I can and will tell

you what brought me here.

Yeah, she's mine.

I recognize that melancholy in her.

Oh, fk. Um, let me

take care of her tuition.

Don't tell her though.

Okay. I'm gonna take care.

She wants to be an

archeologist. That's nice.

There's more coming too.

What else am I gonna do?

Drink myself to death with it.

Just take it.

I'm gonna get you some more. Okay.

Uh,

At first she called me Nick,

and then she started to call me daddy.

And she asked me if it

was all right to call me that.

And I told her it was the

best thing that I'd ever heard.

When I kissed her goodbye, I realized

that her smile no longer

had that secret melancholy

that I had sensed when

I first saw her image.

And I wondered how long it had been gone.

Hers was the smile of beatitude,

and I felt blessed that

a part of me was of her,

and that through her, this part

of me would be something

better than I would ever be.

And through her, it would savor a purity

of breath that I would never know.

I don't know what my own smile looked

like, but it felt good.

And then it was over,

and I never caught the

mr who did it.

I feel nothing of these open rocks

or of your kindness.

Fk you God.

Fk you.

Yeah,

I just ordered a pizza.

Nice to see you, Lou.

Is that real Rembrandt self-portrait?

You know, if I had have smelled like

that when I was doing a self-portrait,

I think I would've done a little cosmetic

surgery with the paint there.

What's something like that worth?

I do. You put it price something. Beauty.

Do you like that painting?

To be perfectly honest, no.

I think it's an ugly piece of

st, and I know you do too.

Otherwise, you'd have

put it on the wall over there.

You could see it. You gotta

hanging over your head here like

a crown for other people to see.

10 million bucks worth of

ugly. Can you believe that st?

Strange fg world

Lou. Strange fg world.

Well, at least I know you

didn't pay no 10 million bucks

for it, but that kind of money

you could get something good.

I know you are right.

What I'm saying is it's crazy

what people will pay for.

And it's strange what people pay a lot for.

When I say a lot, I mean a lot.

This is why I've fd

up your pizza tonight, Lou.

I fd up your pizza to tell you.

You're gonna be a very wealthy man.

This may be the hardest

work you've ever done,

but when it's done, if

we bring this one home,

you'll never have to

pull another trigger again

in your life except to

go out in a tweed jacket

and clip a pheasant.

This is Big Lou.

How big Bigger than anyone ever

dreamt anything could be.

What kind of money are we talking.

Your end?

My end Between one

and 2 million, maybe more tax free.

Nice clean bills.

What do I gotta do? k*ll an army.

I'm gonna have to HA few miles,

a few lullabies along the way.

When's payday? A few months after we start?

When do we start? Soon.

I just got the word I was waiting for then.

I called you lefties, bringing in this guy.

He knows some rider, a friend of his half.

Legit the key guy. We need

to move this thing along.

Friend of his, well, we got

friends now. Who is this guy?

I don't know some guy named Nick.

Nick. Nick. This is a

world of fg Nicks.

What? What is this? What the fk?

Do you care what his name is?

Oh, it ain't got nothing

to do with nobody's name.

It's the word friend.

Look, like I said, for now, take it easy.

There's 10 grand. Consider it a friend. No.

Better yet, just think of it as mommy

Joe, my friend.

He caught the last of the

seventh. The pizza was good.

One, two.

Hello. Hello. This is

Nick Natasha's office.

Yeah, no st. Who's this?

You must be Mr. Dashes. Excuse me.

What? Where's Anna?

I'm Julietta. Anna is in the hospital.

She has preeclampsia.

What? She's pregnant. Preeclampsia.

Her baby was in danger. She's not here.

I'm taking over for her.

Taking over. Yes. Mr. Tashas.

I'm her cousin from Italy.

Look, you call me

Mr. Tasha's. One more time.

I'm gonna have a

hemorrhoid. You're her cousin.

You can call me Nick.

What? What is she? All right.

She's in good hands. And so are you.

Okay? Any money come in.

Just a few small checks

and an offer in from

Germany for about 3000 marks.

Okay? Anything else? Yes.

You've missed a couple of deadlines

and your editor would like

to schedule an appointment with you.

That was a month ago.

Did you received the emails? You were CC'd?

Yes. Yeah, I did. I did.

Uh, you know how to type, don't you?

Every word I say verbatim. You ready?

Uh, I'm ready. Okay.

Um, dear Tom, I

got to pondering your request

for a subtitle on the cover

of the book until I saw the

light and the most wholly

and terrible of all things came forth.

Honesty. Your idiotic suggestion

of a subtitle on the books covered denoting

that it's nonfiction is the

dumbest thing I've ever heard.

Are you sure, Mr. I mean, I need,

you don't wanna take this

over for a while. Maybe you.

Die. Please just

write. Okay.

God forbid someone should

browse a book and actually buy it.

And who gives a fk?

Anyway? It's just a fg book.

Yours sincerely, Nick,

Are you sure about this?

Yes. Thank you, Julietta. Bye.

Still to come. Jody Snick, guys,

Tanya back. Hello,

Gentlemen.

Is that real Rembrandt self-portrait?

Do you like that painting, Nick?

I gotta tell you, to

me it's a piece of st.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love

to own it just long enough to sell it.

But, but no, no.

To be perfectly honest,

no, I don't like it. I think.

We're gonna get along.

You two obviously know

nothing about painting.

What about the divine

comedy? You like that Nick?

Yeah. Yeah. I like, I

used to love it now. I like it.

What changed? You look

at anything long enough,

no matter how beautiful it is,

you see what's wrong with it.

A broad poem. Your life.

You look at anything long

enough, you see what's wrong with it.

How would you like to

look at the real thing?

What do you mean the real thing?

The real thing. The original manuscript.

Doesn't exist.

Probably got thrown into a fireplace

to keep somebody warm about 620 years ago.

Yeah. There isn't even anything

that Dante ever wrote

in his own hand. Nothing.

If it did exist, how much

do you think would be worth?

It'd be priceless. A thousand

of those fg things.

Maybe. I mean,

it'd be the greatest

literary treasure of all time.

It'd be like the Vatican trying

to put a price on Michelangelo's Pieta.

Not possible. It's unthinkable.

Nobody could even afford it.

We'll make it affordable.

I'll lay it out for you.

There was a guy called Don Leko

under his own family roof.

He shot and k*lled his own father

who had disgraced his beloved mother.

Afterwards, he dragged the body out

and laid it on the street

close to the front door,

which he left open.

Yes.

In the days that

followed, he k*lled all those

who had come from near

and far to claim the body

and deliver a respectful burial.

They all laid, bloated,

and rotting until the street

was filled with the stink

and garbage of their bodies.

Finally, there came three

gentlemen from Palermo,

not dressed in the suits of mourning black,

but in the suits of white linen.

Only the one who was the

leader raised an open hand

to the arm man in the doorway.

These men did not

remove their hats in respect

as they stood at a distance

from the now putrid body

of this man they had served.

This is how Don Leko

became the father of that town,

controlling it for many

years with loving hands.

That was a long time ago.

Few could recall the bloodshed,

most remembered is kindness.

So anyways, he takes in this young kid

who he thought had potential for the life

by being the bookish type.

The kid only wanted to serve God.

So Don Leko ends up setting him up, working

for the Vatican with a good job.

Of course, Don Leco eventually figures out

that the kid is probably

not gonna be a big earner,

But then he hits pay dirt.

Camin Dita, the

original manuscript of Dante.

All's Divine Comedy.

So I want you to go there,

get it, and bring it back.

Hey, you ever take that flying

sine can to Palomo? Yeah.

I hit that flight. Fk. I can't handle it.

That's Why I got is this Gulf Stream.

Please Wait until we're off the ground.

Shut up. Keep your eyes on the road.

A thousand year old house.

Thousand year old trees.

The priest looks.

About a thousand years old too.

Don, let.

I can.

Uh, Hey, we have a cup of tea. Thanks.

Fa.

Over there.

That's it.

Do you feel that is all right?

I feel that all is right.

Thanks.

Put the box in the bag.

Come on. Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

Passport.

Hey, come here.

Good. Come on.

Help move with this. Come on, come.

Thanks. The bags in the back.

Got the bags.

This is living kid

almost over the Atlantic.

Thanks.

Why'd you k*ll the Dog?

Why'd I k*ll the dog? Because

dogs bark.

Ah, You know

this Don Leco thing.

Probably gonna start a

w*r over there in Palermo.

You asked me about the mutt.

We don't need some mutt

barking in us while we're sneaking

our way out of a m*ssacre.

Simple as that.

You like dogs?

Of Course I like dogs.

Yeah, me too. I don't

like those little fk

hidden mutant things.

You know, you see in New

York, I don't think real dogs want

to be cooped up in apartments.

I think people that, uh, people

that they keep big dogs

locked up in the city are stupid

creeps that are k*lling their own

dogs, but they're doing it slow.

Now, if I lived in the

country, I would've a dog,

but I would've a real dog.

Like the, like the one we just shot.

What do you mean the one

we shot? I didn't sh**t that dog.

You did.

You're an accessory.

You're an accessory to

m*rder on the first degree.

Ooh.

Ah. You know, it's disgusting though.

You know those broads

that hold the newspapers

under the dog's asses?

You know when the dog takes a st

or you see some really good

looking piece of head walking by

and you see she's got a little plastic bag

of dog st in her hand.

I think anybody who knowingly

has any physical contact

with a dog, st, rod

is definitely fg sick.

Guy who fs a stiff, ain't

nothing compared to a guy

who holds hands with a dog.

St, rod,

You ever do that?

Do Do what?

Fk a step. Nah,

but I thought about it and a few

times I took their underwear.

They were underwear.

Nah, I used it to jerk off.

No, they were real dolls.

Ain't like I get sent out to do a lot

of good looking broads anyway.

Shall listen. Be a lady of the court.

In always planets.

Dear Gemma,

Who is he?

He, he's the young master

of the high born line of Aller

by Christian name Durant.

Tar.

Why has my hair not like

Rubis spun or my eyes green

or my skin fair as a noonday cloud.

At the sight of Beatrice

young, Dante wrote, behold

a deity stronger than I who

coming shall rule over me.

What at first sight,

he was crazy about her.

What happened to Beatrice?

What happened? Well, Dante's first book,

the whole poem is a song for her.

Though they never spoke. She died

young before they ever had a chance.

But she lived in his book.

She was his guide through paradise.

The other one, Gemma.

He married her and never

wrote a word about her.

Go,

You have revealed yourself

to be no one's friend but your own.

For I've been damned

by the very lips, my son.

It's to to side.

There are six priors.

I am, but one, would you have me stand

in defiance of the others?

The people of Florence chose this, not I,

My dear Dante, a signed

messenger of the heart.

No more. He believes

his couplets of karitas

and love move.

The world stands here before me

and proclaims them to weak to move.

But a few of his fellowmen,

I was once a father more

dear to you than your own.

When does you suffer

to serve? Drive you out.

Find the nameless man

who calls himself Isaiah.

That's my last gift to you.

The delegation has arrived. Your holiness.

Ah, bird of Florence.

My legates returned to me.

Unheated bearing

intelligence that thy republic

wishes more autonomy

to conduct its own affairs.

And yet the absence of one

master has made masters of all

what say you of this.

A tree is known by its fruit

and our republic's bs bend with sweets,

your holiness craves.

Perhaps I should give my

septer over to the race of poets.

Were your rhymes finished St.

Peter's dome Or pay my

soldiers in the holy land?

Perhaps when reclining

on the slopes of panasas,

thou may have set thy

utopian fancies in verse.

As for Florence, no gentle

inducement will make lion lay with lamb.

The city burns. And I wary of its smoke.

Ash makes little smoke and pour fuel.

If this be so.

I absolve you from sight of such calamity.

How so? Your holiness.

I grant a boon in

exchange for thy incident.

As such native talent

renders you ill suited

for the bane of public service.

Florence deserves

the not forget her for it.

Is she that has betrayed you

though I pass her sentence.

Forgive me your holiness.

If I have spoken rashly.

Turn from her as lot did and

gaze not in remembrance.

Lest true soul become a

pillar of salty tears that hinder

the sweetness of

diverse for death.

Awaits thy homecoming.

They place the mark of cane upon me.

Apart from my site,

You are ordered to vacate

the premises immediately.

Whose authority? Mine the Pope.

You have 20 minutes to get all you

and your children can carry

a car awaits you to take you

to the estate of can

Grande de Scala of Verona.

Upon the ground,

those t*rrorists t*rror1st.

Is it hell that welcomes th n

or will thou gaze heavenward.

Beware.

Last thy wondering. Aye.

Fall upon your wife's despair.

Your friend Ka is dead.

Dead.

Is not the blood of friendship,

of greater value than

the honey point of Earth.

My dear dead ante. Forgive me.

Had I not made such a fool of myself,

maybe you would still be alive.

I will find the man with no

name who calls himself Isaiah.

Sophia. Is that

true mother?

Yet the children

of my kind turn from her never to know her.

Pharaoh, as the book of Exodus tells us,

k*lled every firstborn among the Jews,

but the false God of this new world,

which is gross

commerce shall claim them all.

Every born and no Moses

said, set a drift in

swaddling amid the bull.

Rushes shall escape.

And Lead and rejoin them to God.

The Arab is the,

for a Christian to be in

communion with a Jew,

with the seeking of what

the church may see as magic,

most heretical on holy

and black, it can

mean anima and death.

First they would k*ll me and then you

by this oath, we both

might be saved from death.

So we might then live to die.

No word or gesture had

ever stricken me so deeply

in this seeming dismissal.

I felt more shame than

anger my soul roiled with fear

and unsureness

and damnations of this lesson in the form

of a silent blow of nothingness.

In they turn over

in.

Authenticated.

What do you mean authenticated?

Looks pretty old to me.

Yeah, it looks old to me

too. It looks real to me.

But that ain't enough. We need paperwork,

high class paperwork.

As much as we can get,

Oh st.

Here I am committing nine

kinds of mortal fg sins

and taking all kinds of

non-smoking plane rides.

And this thing might not even be real.

I gotta tell you, I'm

truly getting sick of this.

No smoking st. Don't

Worry, Louie. I can take care of

this part myself.

I think if, if we're gonna

do this, we should do it right.

You know, Nick, he

knows how to do it right.

That's why he is here. We, we.

At least gotta prove that

this thing was written at the

same time that Dante wrote it.

And how do we do that?

Carbon 14 dating watermarks.

We take it to the University of Arizona

and then to this place in Illinois.

That's the most respected

technical analysis joint in the world.

But first I gotta go back to Italy

and I gotta get dated

documents written when

and where Dante would've written this.

That way the ink and the

parchment could be compared.

Then I'll have the

watermarks on the paper dated.

There is no handwriting

of Dante's with which

to compare this handwriting.

So we need as much circumstantial evidence,

as much authentication as possible.

And how are you going to

get these dated documents?

Steal them. Look, I don't care.

I don't care where you're

from. I know where I like to stay.

I've been going there for 20 years.

You know, you're

supposed to know this stuff.

I'm on my way to the airport right now.

You should have just called

Anna like I asked you to.

Well, I don't know. We'll

have time for that later.

No, no I didn't.

Alright. Okay. Alright.

Hey look, it's okay. It's okay.

Calm down. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I know you knew.

Did, did you send out that

letter? Good. Thank you.

I'll call you when I get to

the, uh, to the other side.

All right. Just don't forget

to bring my prescription.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Senior. Yes. Nice to meet you. Nice.

To meet you too. As I

mentioned, I'm looking to, uh, examine

official documents from the

court of Con Grand La Scala, uh,

between the years of 1313, 1315.

Right This way.

It might be tomorrow.

I,

Everything okay? Oh,

This is, this is exactly

what I was looking for.

See you later. That It

a key iv dea, same blue suit.

Same story. This time

I lifted documents from

13, 16, 13, 18, and 1321.

Documents ex*cuted by Go.

No Deta. Correct? Correct.

Thank you very much.

My pleasure, sir.

Hello. Julieta? Yeah.

What, what, what the hell's

going on? Where are you?

Is everything okay? The,

the concierge just told me

you canceled our rooms.

Do you have my prescription?

Okay. Should I go there?

Alright. What's the address?

Do you have a, have a piece of paper?

What is it? Mm-Hmm.

Are you right? Yeah. Forgive me, sorry.

It's just, um,

something familiar about this place.

It's just, uh, I don't know.

Reminds me of something

I can't quite get a grip on.

Familiar. How?

I don't know. It just

happens to me sometimes.

Kind of wisp of a memory

that can't be caught

before it fades away.

Well, familiar is good like home.

That's why I brought you here.

Why? 'Cause I live here.

I always lived here. The

seasons change, but nothing else.

I came to New York to help Anna.

Yeah. Look. Uh, I'm sorry. I was such a You.

Don't apologize Ae.

Anna's like family. So.

If you trusted her, you'll trust me.

Come.

Yeah. I guess it's nice to

have a home to come back to.

I never had that.

Maybe you do and you just dunno it.

Wow. Good. That's.

Pretty good.

I was never the domestic type.

But I look at you that way

and I think, I don't know,

maybe I could have done that.

Maybe I was a fool.

Maybe you were. Maybe you still can be.

You're definitely a fool.

Wow. You know, no matter

how far away from home you go, you look up.

And the moon's always got the same face.

That.

Unless it is obscured by a cloud.

Mm-Hmm. Maybe the cloud is jealous.

Mm-Hmm mm-Hmm.

The moon itself waxes with envy

as you've stolen her radiance.

And unlike the fountain's frail image,

you shine unbroken.

When I touch the water,

Feel how though my lips are

silent, my heart answers.

One lead and speak only breathe.

If I could write paradise,

she is what I would write.

But my sins meant there

was no time to waste.

When I looked upon her beauty,

I realized I was the only stain.

And so I left her then vowing

to save her from the knife wielding

child that lay within me.

I didn't deserve her and she didn't

deserve the trouble I was bringing.

Here in the middle family.

Oh Yeah. Wasn't my Yeah.

The late 14th century,

the finest paper was

produced here in Fabriano.

See, many courts in noble families began

to order fine paper bearing

elements of their own crests

or seals to distinguish

that paper from all others.

Huh?

Um, have a look at this.

What do you see there?

Uh, this paper is of

especially excellent quality.

This phila here, look

right here, excuse me,

represents the eagle that Go

bo for his coat of arms.

You see,

Look. Mm-Hmm.

The same eagle.

And it was received at

Fabian on the 1st of May, 1321.

And it was delivered on the third day

of the following month in bin.

And How about these?

Well, actually, is this as the same order?

Uh, was a, a small order

that was placed only, only once.

Very good. Very Good.

Well, thank you very much.

Yeah, you're welcome.

Fascinating stuff. Yeah.

Good Day. Uh,

Lefty is looking better, don't you think?

Yeah. Yeah.

You know, I've seen guys go through this

and I've seen the guys that beat it.

And I can tell you right

now, lefty, you got it.

Beat that tit. Soon here,

yours will be back in no time.

You know, you're turning

into a real pain in the a*s

to clean up after with

all this authentication st.

What are Talking about?

What am I talking about?

I'm talking about the

fg guy in Verona.

The Brioni suit and the ti shoes.

Talking about the guy in Ravena

and that assistant of his

who brought you that of st?

I had to put the two and them in a

sack together at gunpoint.

You know what a pain in the a*s that is?

Both of them jumping around.

They're on their knees, begging, pg,

crying all over the fg place.

Rod had a wedding ring on.

Are you, I guess her

husband's taking a little heat right now.

Are you fg crazy

or just playing stupid?

These people got

nothing to do with nothing.

These people are just innocent. Nobodies.

Innocent. What the

fk does innocent

gotta do any of this st?

How come some lackey librarian

gets $5,000 suits and, and,

and, and shoes that cost three grand?

Who knows what these people

are or who they're talking to?

Okay? You are the one

leaving tracks here, Nikki.

I'm just covering them up.

Tracks. What tracks

you are leaving A trail of blood

where there's nothing but dust.

Geez. Stop. Will you trail of blood?

Gimme a fg break. This

st don't even make the papers.

This st is just forms

that don't get filled out. It's nothing.

Whoever can possibly even

remotely connect us with

that manuscript. Taboo two.

Taboo two. Why?

Why we managed to

get this thing out of Italy

where the state would've claimed it.

No one knows it exists. No

one knows it ever existed.

One cannot steal what's never been missing.

One cannot steal what has

never existed as it stands now,

this thing is ours and it is clean

and it has never been stolen.

And it is beyond the reach

of any national claim to it.

And there is no criminal

taint on it whatsoever either

on it or our possession of it.

The manuscript is clean and we are clean

and we can bring this off clean.

Well, there is one thing

before we start saying grace

and singing hymns.

There are people who

know of its existence, uh,

friends in Palermo who connected us with it

and who are in for half of whatever.

We clear.

Well then why don't you

start k*lling them instead

of a bunch of fg librarians?

What about that guy in Fabriano?

Yeah. He got away.

He went straight from you

to the airport named Kona

gone before I knew it. Well,

At least that's one thing

that didn't get fd up.

You see, this is the kind of

authentication that we need.

Two more analysis and, and we're all set.

But the sources of this

authentication can turn up dead.

What? Come on.

Don't you think that the

almost simultaneous murders

of two library directors might

be seen as somehow related?

No, I don't. I.

It's senseless and it's gotta stop.

We can't sell this thing with documents

of authentication from

internationally known experts

that happen to have

just been m*rder*d right

after examining this manuscript.

It's insane. Look, we're we're,

we're getting into a whole

new different world now.

There's gotta be no more

blood and no more g*nf*re.

Well, I'm good with that.

I mean, it's not like I

enjoy doing this st.

Forget about this guy and fao.

Um, what about this broad in Ravenna?

That's she, she's got

nothing to do with nothing.

That's my own personal life.

I'm not on my tab is, is

I'll tell you something else,

guys who work for me.

They got no personal lives.

It's like they say Nikki,

loose lips, sink ships.

So finish up this authentication business,

then we'll find our buyer

and then we'll all whistle a married tune.

You seem to come to me as one in morning.

I threw my work away.

Did I ask you to do that?

And you were right too. It

was the vain glory of myself.

I thought it was about the woman I love,

but I barely knew her.

We must not mistake the revelation

that our being is bereft for

the delusion that we have lost.

That of which we've always been bereft.

Such a revelation is a

blessing. It's not to be mourned.

Countless words of love have I read

that flowed from my pen.

Like drool from the mouth of wanna sleep

and yet not one for her

who has born me daughter and sons

and have born my fate

of exile and hers as well.

What do I know of love?

My heart is but counterfeit.

I have put half of humankind in hell

and with like strokes of quill

looked down upon them

aloof and unreachable like God.

Oh God is not aloof.

Everything that breeds is God.

God is man.

This is heresy.

I think none of it is as

trespass. Think of it as entry.

'Cause yes, every man's true

and only Savior dwells within himself.

Whether he discovers him and be saved

or discovers him not and be damned.

And God is.

Aura, Anima,

Breath and soul.

It's a breeze. Sophia wisdom

under every name, wisdom is feminine.

She's a woman. And she

was betrayed by the very verses

with which you wrote her chains.

You dared to give form to the formless.

Chains to the Breeze.

Well, this breath is the only

gift to see. One life we have.

And there's no promise of the next life.

Is is butter breeze a child

brought to the grave after,

but a few summers may having drawn,

but a single breath under

the sky of limitness be said

to have lived a longer

and fuller life than he even if he be king,

who is reckoned to have a hundred years.

You know what our main folly is?

Tell me Tempest fut. Time flies.

What is what they say? But it is breath.

That is the winged

thing. It's breath that flies.

Time is the folly of our own

vein making and delusion.

This anxiety that has come

to rule the pulse and rob the breath.

We have been given the infinite

and we have turned from it an ever

increasing haste and life.

It makes its way to the idiot

pyre whose graceless rotis me

command a greater awe

than to the perfect rotations

of the eternal heavens themselves.

We forgot about breath.

The first line of genesis

does not say, it says Elim

created the heaven and

earth not God, but god's

and the very next line

and the spirit, wind

of the god's moved upon

the face of the abyss.

The translator is a traitor.

All that breeds upon this earth is God.

Is he also the author of torment, eternal,

the creator of evil.

Nothing that draws inward

from fear is from God

or of good, but only love

most pure, which in its truth

destroyed all fear and brought

forth love and life in turn.

And your search come forth from the tomb

of your seeking into the light

and be filled with the scent

of the every blade of grass,

of your soul and the every moment of life.

Come forth and embrace her.

Hey, I told you we

won't get into this joint.

If you're caring, you might

as well just stay behind.

I'm not supposed to let

that thing outta my sight.

Well, I guess nobody trusts my side. Hello?

It ain't that. Look, you

do what you want to do.

I can't tell when you're

shadowing me anyway.

I'm just telling you, you come near this

place with that fg piece.

They're gonna do a whole lot

more than ask you to check it at the door.

What If you don't come back?

Who's gonna look after me?

If I go? Who remains?

If I remain, who goes,

I want know for your fg riles.

Just get it done.

So this is it. Our tandem accelerator,

mass spectrometer is the most powerful

and accurate means of radiocarbon dating

that has yet to be developed.

It's here. We've dated the Sea Scrolls.

This is the place that

conclusively expose the sh shadow

to the fabrication of the middle agents.

This is the place.

So how, how does it work?

Carbon from dating measures

a radioactive of carbon

that was formed in trace amounts,

but the effect of cosmic craze

and atmospheric nitrogen

eon things that were once alive

or that contained material

that was once alive, right?

By detecting and measuring

the proportion of the isotope,

which decreased set known rate

following the death of the living thing.

The death of the living thing in the

thing to the known abundance.

This is where he lost me.

But I did like that st

about the cosmic rays.

So what would that be,

Peter? The

result.

1315213, 1880.

Thank you Very much. My pleasure.

Tray settlements, chemical

analysis of ink pigment,

plant eyes scanning electron microscopy,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

It was a beautiful thing

anyways, onto Chicago

where it would be assumed a forgery

until every possible test could prove

otherwise, everything they

threw at it came back a yes.

Alright, thank you very much.

Have a good day. Thank you.

You too.

Taboo, too.

Scary word meaning death.

It was a long time since I heard that word

was the most ominous

and unsettling word in the Sicilian tongue.

Not only the threat, but

the promise of deliverance.

This is no tale that began on a

remembered sweet afternoon.

This is a tale that began

six days ago. Taboo two.

Bruce, it's me again. I know, I know.

I don't care. Sell it.

I Sell it and wire the money

into Juliette's account.

All of it. I know.

I'm gonna call her right now and

I'm gonna give you the transfer number.

I can't explain that to you

right now. You'll hear from me.

So you left it in Chicago. Ah,

St.

You know all that fancy authentication.

St. Who's talking

to you?

It had to be left.

I had to leave it. Yeah, I

thought you said this guy

had a head on his shoulders.

Hey, we.

Hey you.

They, they don't make house

calls with, what's the thing?

You said stuff the size of a room, huh?

They don't make house calls

with stuff the size of a room.

John Electron scanning

microscopic champions does.

Nick knows what he's

talking about. And he's right.

What do you wanna do? You want

to take this thing down to Canal Street?

Sell it on the sidewalk

next to some guy pedaling,

knockoff Rolexes.

Look, if, if you guys want me outta this,

just gimme my money now.

I was on your side, Nikki.

I was on your side the whole

way. You, you know the score.

It was Joe Black's ball game,

but I was your fg rabbi the whole way.

And then after I did my

thing goodbye Nikki. Right?

Not if I had my way buddy.

Not if I had my way. All.

Those words come quick and easy.

Would you jump in my grave so fast?

Look at me. I am.

Let's bring this home together. You and me.

You gotta be fg kidding.

You'd be the first one

they'd come looking for

and you're full of st anyway.

'Cause you'd be right

there with him. Looking.

For me, Nicky.

I put a hole where his soul used to.

Bet he didn't want to. I don't talk that

Harris. I went to hide

in rude, NYA.

Street Of the drone.

Hey, it's okay. Hey,

I don't need anything.

I don't,

There are species of

animals that have been known

to k*ll their own kind

for food or for territory,

but it is the pathology of religion

that has made man the

most unnatural and ungodly

and self slaughtering a species.

Boom, boom.

The sounds of monotheism,

the root of all evil.

Uh, Fk, fk

fg st.

The fk

My love for Julietta was like a sickness

of which she was caused

and also the remedy.

So I refused the medicine. I

didn't know what would k*ll me.

First fear or my longing for the woman.

I love too much to love.

The FBI.

Oh my God.

Hi. Hey.

Been worried sick. I, I thought it was me.

I thought, listen, Nick,

Baby, I miss you.

Yeah. I can't stop thinking about you.

I, I feel, I feel the same way.

I I've just, I've been so sick without you.

But listen, there's,

there's no time for that.

I, there's, there's

something I need to tell you.

It's very important. I need

you to do something for me.

I need you to lie for me.

I need you to call Russ

and tell him that you

think I had an early morning

appointment at the World

Trade Center yesterday.

And you're worried. Okay. I

I'm not, I'm no good at

lying and I barely know.

Ruta. Maybe you should call

Russ baby. No, no.

I, it it wouldn't work with Russ.

You're the only one that

can do it. You have to do it.

I need you. I need you.

Well, you do it for me, please.

If you want, you can just say

that you think you heard

me setting up a meeting

with somebody downtown and,

and you haven't heard from me since.

I'm gonna wire some

money into your account.

Next time you see me, I need

you to bring me 20,000 in cash.

Will you, will you please, please do it?

Yes. But why? Because I need to be dead.

I woke to the sky of summoning.

It was then that I was

ready to lift my pen.

Not as a sore shouldered

and world weary field man, his sigh.

But as a reaper of marvels rising to behold

before him as far as he could,

The rarest of uterine velum.

Even our gito has never

worked upon the page as such.

But his colors will

take as glorious to this

as paint to le scent.

Plaster as vision to cloud.

Your poem shall in a casket

of carved chestnut tree hinged with gold,

only the fair translucent skin of baye

and her virginity could have

yielded more fitting Though

for whatever of need or

desire may come your way,

the world shall have your power.

You've given everything and more.

I simply do not understand a single year

to write the purgatorial.

And it has been six years since.

Paradiso is still unfinished.

I simply do not understand.

Good Afternoon,

Susan. Pleased to meet.

You. Pleased to meet you. Thank

you for seeing me.

Pleasure. You have intrigued me.

The disappearance of all these

autographs has fascinated me

since my university days.

Mm. What about the

discovery of such a manuscript?

That would be a discovery of

an unimaginable importance.

It would also be, um, a

most, um, controversial one,

challenging even the best among us.

Because of course, there is

no way to verify the end writing

of Dante as there is no

specimen, which to compare it.

No, no. I believe there's,

if I'm not mistaken,

just one reference to his handwriting.

Nicolo Nicoli about

80 years after his death.

Seal.

That would be a wonder unto itself.

Seal, propel

or unstable PE sergeant

that is, I believe is seal.

How much you know that?

Because it appears on the final

manuscript of the inferno

above the poet's signature.

It partly obscures the words. Don,

have a look here.

It'll take days of

careful examination.

But I can assure you our

collection here in Venice is

vast and ancient

collected since the days of

pet its founder.

If you, if you would be so

kind as to leave these copies,

of course, I I may be of help.

Good. And I, uh, as I said

before, I appreciate your

discretion as I represent a client

that wishes to remain anonymous. Of.

Course, of course. Good.

Well, thank you. Good luck.

Thank you. Thank you. Mr.

Sandberg. Elliot

Sandberg. Thank you Elliot.

Thank you Dr. Aliche. Thank you.

What are you doing here? Me mother, I came

to warn you what the man has shown you.

Who put your career in the grave or worse.

Rosario. That's nonsense.

This is my day of reckoning.

Don't you realize it?

Prove my theory is real.

All those who mocked my thesis,

they will show come their own D.

Money.

I felt the need to protect

you when he fell in love.

But now I'm going to teach you

what their world is really about.

Your manuscript, the

priest of Omo found it first

and give it to Don Leko.

The men who k*lled them stole it

and you suffered the same fate.

I don't believe it. What don't you believe?

The priest willed

to the library knowing

it'll pass into your care

is straight protege.

The man you just saw

got to him before all age.

The pulia will fail as they haven't been.

Bring justice to the others.

See for yourself, whatever

name he gave you is false.

It will be sold on the black market.

You don't that.

You don't, you can't touch with that.

Come on. You can't done that.

Years ago I wrote a book

called Power on Earth,

a book about the shadowland realms of Mico,

the infamous Sicilian financeer.

It was believed to occupy

the throne at the heart

of the world's evil.

The secret crossroads were the three beasts

of international finance.

The mafia and the Vatican come together.

Much of what Sandona told

may seem outlandish, incredible

ravings and rantings of an

imprisoned man who knew

that he would never

draw a free breath again.

Over the course of our prison

meeting, Sandona asked me

to deliver brief cryptic

messages to this man.

And I delivered those messages.

That is what I call him.

He's young around your age.

He can do anything. What he didn't know,

I taught him and he's like me.

He plays alone.

If you lose me, take the manuscript

to this address outside of Rome.

This man will help you.

He's the only one you can trust.

If I lose you,

You won't lose me.

What would it be worth?

Do you have such a thing? No.

Uh, then why ask If I did have it?

I don't think it would slip my memory.

This is all theoretical.

There exists not a single scrap of anything

that Dante ever wrote in his own

hand. You know that. I know that.

Well, I can call someone

in Italy and get back to you.

Alright David? Yes.

Whatever you do, please tell

no one you've spoken to me.

David Hanker organized an anonymous liaison

with a man from Christie's,

the chief consultant

for rare manuscripts.

He flew in on a private jet from London.

Within hours of hearing the news.

I knew the thing was priceless,

but I also knew that only.

Christie's could put a price on it.

I represent a very, very private collector.

Yes, of course, sir.

Property of a gentleman.

Indeed. How, how did you come by this.

Very careful in.

Bring me to the end of your long song.

No one, no eyes

or voice has apart from my own is seen

or pronounced these words so that

what I've left unfinished

might not be known.

Remember, ours is a note sealed by death.

Your words shall remain

secret beneath my breast.

There's no shame in creating as you have.

If you do not bring

forth what is within you.

What is within you will destroy you.

If you bring forth with is

within you, it will save you.

Then what would you desire?

That I might see what you did see?

And close th eyes and see,

oh, lu.

God is breathed into you and from you.

He's allowed you this

gentle lifting of the veil,

of the expressible

you have served and you have suffered.

Would you let it stand.

As I have not written at it?

It is a matter that only you, the orator

of its deliverance can justly decide

as it has been said that

the choice is a simple one.

You lie and you'd be damned to hell.

You tell the truth and you'd be crucified.

You have entered the sigh.

You have become the poem.

I shall return your gift with a gift.

I thank you. This,

this book from him will

serve an entrance to him.

And the goal is the journey ahead.

There are a few clues I

could, I could offer for I myself.

I never pursued the journey.

Why haven't you? I was

not one of the very few.

I Why should I labor.

Us? Because

he can see.

If I find him, You will find him.

Is there any message I should convey?

I No.

No.

My name is Jacob.

I

I am scared.

Find your solace in the sky.

God is outside and inside of you.

He's you. That thank God comes from fear.

Oh brothers. Who to the west

through perils without number

now have reached to this.

The short remaining watch

that yet our senses have to wake.

Refuse not proof of the

unpeopled world that lies

beyond the sun.

Consider from which he sprayed.

He were not formed to

live the life of brute, but

but virtue to pursue a knowledge high.

Dear reader, ask yourself,

was I not discouraged

by those cursed words?

I thought I'd never make

it back to earth again.

Welcome Mr. Tosche.

It's so good to see you.

It's been a long time.

It's not me. But of course

I made that mistake.

A gentleman such as yourself

doesn't need a membership card.

Okay, thank you.

Julietta could have made

off with all my money.

Would've been the smart thing to do.

But there she is in all her re respondent

with lush nylon on her legs

and 10,000 in cash in each hand.

God, I love this woman.

Tre to tre settle.

You have to go right

now. Forget your things.

Take the money and go. It's over.

Remember the address in room F. Staff

police, that's his name.

Go for the labor up.

What do you mean, baby?

You've been a widow since the moment

you fell in love with me.

I've been a widow for 700

years until I met you again.

So

Where's the manuscript?

Uh uh.

The woman has it. No.

So.

Go please me to see your

face when I hold the loft.

Don't let go. You would've wanted that.

Well, Velocity,

your man lived in a world where

family still accounted for something.

He was a fool to trust

Joe that brought that in.

Perhaps his pet never lived to see the day.

Quiet.

Oh fk man.

Oh fk. I dunno. I

dunno, man. I don't have it.

I know as much as you did.

Somebody could have

already stolen it. Just show me.

Just show me.

I don't believe they support that thesis.

I'm not the only one acquainted

with the art of parsing verse.

It seems the woman is stormed between you,

your life and the text.

She doesn't even know it exists.

She doesn't know it exists.

You are amazing. I am amused by this game.

And I like the pussycat.

Quite curious if she values

your life above the money.

So

You will tell her that

your life will remain

yours if she returns.

What is ours? Otherwise,

I uh, I make a

puzzle of

you like a collage.

Yeah. Come already. Dad.

Wouldn't I have to lose.

When I finish with you?

You are right of hell with grand eloquence

that our poet ever did,

though I must say his, uh,

punishment for thieves was most elegant.

Is that necessary?

See, yes. It's definitely necessary.

As the thi takes what is to

others, so shall it own face

his own identity, be to from

him by the m of vicious things,

you shall learn of their sting.

And I repented.

I think I got it myself.

Julieta.

I said alarm. Put the g*n

down and wheel him over.

Then you'll get what you want.

Sam, all I want is the manuscript.

I'm sure you kept a few pages to yourself.

I overlooked this. If you behave,

You mean like this one?

Hey, but it'll gesture.

This cost us a million dollars.

What is the number to me if Nick is armed,

one more scratch and the rest will

flatter. Like butterflies.

No scratch angle.

You expect me to believe you value his life

over the manuscript.

I never met a woman like that.

I swear I'll throw it all

away. Put the g*n down.

Put the manuscript down. Put the g*n down.

Put the g*n down.

He's safe. Oh, scratch.

I put the g*n down. Yes.

I'll throw it away. If you

don't put it down. Now.

Put the manuscript down.

I am going

here.

I'm taking care of it.

Taking care of what?

You've already counted the

money and yet not of the library.

My thesis, the people of Italy.

What about what I wanted?

Are you mad? We have succeeded.

The best option in us

hope we have is, is to sell it.

I cannot help but re regard this poem, Ms.

My property as it's sublime. Ca it worst.

Thanking My praise, the

intended bride of his immortal soul.

Cia.

Cia,

I'm not.

By Canin.

Thou notice is a woodman far

better than by might by canon

to doth the helmsman

on a wind dark deep guide,

a right rioter swift ship that is buffeted

by winds and by kain.

Thus, charity tear

proves better charity tear.

Kain kain.

I've been waiting for you,

Les.

You can call me whatever

you like. So you're dead.

Now. You're the second victim of

that unfortunate instance that has come

to me in us many days.

Another two came to me

seeking death for incarnation

and those days proceeding

that, uh, unpleasantness

that I made sure that I placed him properly

on the morning of your vanishing.

How did you know? Same

way. I know you are the one,

The one, The one

who has the manuscript.

I know much about Dante.

I don't know anything about a manuscript.

I make no inquiries that

do not pertain directly.

To me.

Some people such as yourself,

reveal much more without meaning to do so.

Who do you work for? I mean,

the very foolish and the very arrogant say

that they were for themselves.

And I'll say though, that I work

for the Lord of the world.

Or let's just say lords,

maybe I simply work for you.

Is that an ashtray? It's

whatever you want it to be.

Now, Where was I?

Hello. Thank you.

Thank you.

I cannot now go forth into

the silence of this wisdom.

As a very soon shall go forth.

I must here and now cease

to be a writer in the wretched

sense of that profession.

I must here and now leave

all of artful ham behind me.

I myself could be banished,

but my dignity could

be banished only by me.

The money comes in waves.

113 pages have been sold.

There are some pages

that I will never sell.

The first page of the

inferno, the final page

of the Paradiso, and the

last page of parchment

before the first page of paper.

Hi. Hi.

I have something to show you.

Okay. Something I was afraid to reveal

until the time was right.

I almost buried it with my hopes.

Tempus Fuji.

Time flies. But

it is breath that is the winged thing.

It's our breath that flees.

My breath, flees upon your words.

I

And your search come forth from

the tomb of your seeking.

Come forth into the light

and be filled with the scent

of the every blade of grass,

of your soul and the every blade

of grass, of the every moment of this life.

Come forth and embrace me.

And what brought you forth from the tomb?

A breeze,

Jim?

Yes. My sweet Dante. Is it really you?

Yes. But this time I will

be of joy. Immeasurable.

With that, my soul woke up from its eclipse

while my lady's name rose to my lips.

God, that is hidden from

man. I have found her.

I don't believe in an interventionist God,

but I know darling that you do.

But if I did, I would

kneel down and ask him

not to intervene when it came to you.

Well, not to touch your hair

and your head leave

you as you all they felt.

He had to direct you

and direct you into my,

into my,

into my arms.

And I don't believe in

the existence of angels

by looking at you.

I wonder if that's true.

But if I did, I would summon them together

and ask them to watch over you.

Well, to each burn a candle

for you to make bride and clear

and to walk like Christ in grace and love

and guide you into my all,

into my Lord,

into my all,

into my.

Lord, into my.

But I believe in love

and I know that you do.

And I believe in some kind of path.

The weekend walk down me and you.

So keep your candles burning.

Make a journey bride

and pure that you'll keep returning always,

oh Lord, into my.

How many moments g*ng your seeds,

how many people g*ng your,

how many places your can you

be in?

You tired?

How many shoes were received?

How many of them can your key,

whatever happened to your feet?

You

round, round,

round, round, round, round,

down and down and down and down.

How many pictures scan your frame?

How many words do they contain?

How many of them,

how many doors can you open?

How many keys are they holding?

How many more.

Are.

Round, round, round, round,

down,

round, round, round, round,

down and down and down and down.

Sometimes love

without excuse right on the fly.

Sometimes love, die.