He said that Jep Gambardella is standing in the center of the ruins of the beautiful city

Clemmie 2021-12-18 08:01:12


"Your third-person habit is really uncomfortable."

The performance artist on the other side who was wrapped in red from head to toe pretended not to understand Jep's mockery, and continued to talk endlessly about his arduous journey of living on resonance. Little did she know that this set of long-outdated arguments was one of the reasons why she was excluded from the fringe of this city.

To say that Italy’s most famous things overseas are fashion and pizza. In Rome, if you can’t keep up with the trend, you will be able to compare it in less than a week.

So what is fashion? Fashion is a game of the upper class, a barbaric life piled up with money, a song, night and dance, and a forest of meat in a wine pond. The next door to the Colosseum of Ancient Rome is staged a bloodless competition almost every night, and there is a quarrel with each other, and the debate is full of metaphysical topics. The pastime of the wealthy after a meal is called false affection.

This whole city is a collection of false feelings. For former loving couples, the husband is actually more enthusiastic about the body of a prostitute; a cynical strong woman, from career to family is constructed by lies; a clever beauty master has nothing but to trick customers into paying for it; the same The wife who has slept in bed for 35 years still cares most about his first love until death, and the man who mourns and swears "I will always live in love for her" just a few days after searching for the second spring; "Okay." The trick to acting is not to overdo it.” Jep, who knew this well, stole the show at the funeral. His exaggerated tears made the atmosphere of the tragedy even stronger. He deceived almost everyone except Ramona.

Ramona, a half-aged milf, lives freely and freely. She works in the nightclub controlled by her father and aspires to be an exquisite and dignified striptease girl. But in this year, men prefer the direct method of scratching their heads and poses to dancers who conceal their skills. Ramona, who seems to have no future at all, still does her own way. She does not covet rich old men. She is curious but not addicted to the extravagant life. She does not take drugs or alcohol. She is simply new except for undressing in front of men during working hours. Model women of the times. She is different from anyone in the upper class that Jep is familiar with. To him, Ramona is a mystery.

Stefano is also a mystery. He who possesses the keys to all the beautiful buildings in Rome may be the guardian of ancient Roman civilization or just an elegant thief who trespassed through the empty door. In the middle of the night, he led Jep and Ramona through the art gallery deposited by history. The dim lights put a quiet coat on these old antiques, but the power he felt at a glance can make all the noise alive. They were eclipsed in front of them. It is a pity that for those modern art collectors, the attractiveness of the calm smile of the young woman on the canvas is no better than the cry of an angry child smeared with his hands. At present, the only three of them in Rome who are willing to peek in from the keyhole on the Aventino mountain are probably the only tourists who come from afar with a heart of admiration. Of course, if Sister Maria is a teenager, she should not refuse.

In the ceremony held in the Vatican, she was arranged to sit on a large white high-backed chair and receive worship from all sides as a saint. The nun's gully face did not show the slightest expression, and her feet were dangling in the air, as if a casual person. Maiden. The Romans were accustomed to the cardinal who was more proficient in reciting cooking experience than teaching classics. Sister Maria, who claimed to only eat forty grams of plant roots and sleep on the floor every day, would only appear more hypocritical and ridiculous. In all ages where exposure is important, who would believe that she would really climb up the empty church steps with her knees? Faith can no longer enter the city and the hearts of the people. What a sad thing.

At Jep's birthday party, a plump woman came out of a model in the Colosseum. The formerly bright and attractive TV commercial girl now "woke up both mentally and physically." The wife, who has become a hired nobleman, costs 250 euros for a banquet. She can only regain her former family honor in the cold female voice of the coin-operated commentator. This may be Rome today-empty and prosperous.

People always ask Jep: "Why don't you write books anymore?" Jep's answer is: "I'm looking for better things, but I didn't find them."-So the question becomes, after all, Jep Gambardella has already What is the most beautiful thing found?

He came to Rome at the age of twenty-six and threw himself into the world of jewels. Rome is undoubtedly beautiful. Her beauty is not limited to magnificent and exquisite buildings, delicate and realistic sculptures, and famous paintings of different styles. There are also frivolous eye shadows, charming lips, bright jewelry, colorful fabrics, well-tailored clothing, and value. A lot of high-end cars, you can even find the beauty that has turned into dust here. People rely on imagination to depict the old scene in their hearts. These are all the mysteries of Rome's beautiful beauty.

And one summer many years ago, young Jep and young Elisa were standing under the lighthouse. The girl took a step back and smiled gently at the bewildered boy. "Now I have something to show you," she said.

What did Jep see? It is probably also a beautiful city. Love, youth and throbbing are sprouting under the warm sunshine, and the youthful desires flow in it, and the innocence and dreams light up the night sky. Then one day God changed a trick, and all the good things disappeared. Sixty-five-year-old Jep Gambardella opened his eyes and realized that he was still standing in the center of the ruins of the beautiful city.

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  • Jep Gambardella: To this question, as kids, my friends always gave the same answer: "Pussy". Whereas I answered "The smell of old people's houses". The question was "What do you really like the most in life?" I was destined for sensibility. I was destined to become a writer. I was destined to become Jep Gambardella.

  • Jep Gambardella: Madame Ardant!

    Fanny Ardant: [after a long pause] Bonne nuit.