The Art of Love (Ars amandi) (Ars amandi)

ARS AMANDI-THE ART OF LOVE .

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ROME, 8 N. CHR.

- Ah, there he is. -Good Morning. - Well finally. - Welcome.

- Hello, excuse my delay. - Salve, nice to see you.

Greetings.

- Are all gathered? - Yes, all there. We are looking forward to it.

Let's go inside.

Let's go. Comes with.

- Who is this tribune? - Macarius Califanus urbanus.

What kind of people is this?

- He has just returned to Rome. - But he stays only a week.

- He must return to Gaul the fastest. - How proud and gorgeous he looks.

- He looks at us all the time. - But does not look like you like him.

He'll probably like your nose even less.

Continues.

Thank you.

- Come along. Sit down to me. - Yes, that's good.

- Ah, it's nice and cool here. - Sit down. - Come on, sit down.

Should there be one among you who does not yet master the art of love,

then he read my textbook of loving.

And with this experience he is discovering the pinnacles of love.

Sounds promising, right?

For a moment, the singing bothers me.

I do not lie Apollo when I tell you that you inspire me.

What I have to tell has not brought me any bird.

It's pure experience, so listen to the teacher and follow him.

What I will tell you is the truth.

And you, mother of love...

give your favor to what I try to teach.

Away with the stole that covers the foot.

Way with ribbons and towels and signs of shame.

I speak of the love given and of the space allowed,

where everything is granted and nothing is violence.

The first task you have to undergo, new soldier of love,

is to seek the ones you want to love.

Then try to ask them to please you.

And above all, try to make it so that your love can take a long time!

The duration of love sets the limits of the game.

And its limits are the boundaries of the field,

you own and plow with a ploughshare.

Here is the goal of my burning desires.

The woman I want to make me inclined with my advertising.

And choose the woman, so says the master, to whom you can say:

"Only you alone please me." She will not fall from the sky at your feet.

You have to look for them, with your eyes, with your senses.

The hunter knows where to take the net for the deer.

And who throws the fishing rod, knows the water in which the fish swim.

Come over.

I'm coming, beloved.

Cornelius!

Cornelius!

Yes! Cornelius is here!

Cornelius! Dearest Cornelius!

Come over! Kiss me, Cornelius! Kiss Me!

Cornelius?

Did someone just call Cornelius?

That was just Telefo, he has it in mind. He does not know what he says.

That seems to me that way too.

Macarius.

Peck.

Do you hear, the good phone is cured again.

Yes. When he sees your sword, he quickly returns to normal.

Here, you have to freeze.

I dreamed that Parilius was burned in his bronze oven.

That was just a nightmare.

You have to go out of the house more often. Go for a walk in nature.

Breathe fresh air.

The gods may protect you, my love. And be good to my mother, right?

You can go away calm. We both understand each other very well.

- Clio. - Salve.

C, c, two c, Claudia and Clio.

I had never noticed that before.

Good Morning. Well, come on. Not yet, Mom.

- Come here. - Leave that, mom.

- Come here, my beautiful soldier. - Where are you?

Here.

Take off that dreadful, barbaric helmet.

My handsome, little boy. Come back, okay?

Please be kind to my wife.

Do not worry, we spin our wool in the most beautiful harmony.

My little darling.

Watch out for the phones. He remembers strange names. Maybe he's useful.

Yes, do not worry. I'll do it.

It is the fate of a soldier that he does not know when he will come back.

Well, that's my destiny.

And the fate of the humble matrons is to wait and to wait.

Yes, our life is hope and wait.

May the gods be with you, mother.

No, they may accompany you.

, Come back healthy. - Salve.

The gods may protect you.

Farewell, mother.

Your mother has the job to take care of Telefo. The bird is crazy.

You laughed the longest time.

Macarius...

I'll shut your beak, common spy.

- We say it was not our fault. - Yes, the cat has opened the cage.

And then a hawk caught him.

A few feathers. That's all that's left of Telefo.

These birds make a lot of shouting but are stupider than the chickens.

Sepora! When Priapus, hardly awake, she cries for me.

- Sepora! - Yes, I come, mistress!

One robbed Telefo! Thieves! Killer! Sepora, fast, a misfortune!

Sepora! Telefo is gone!

I should take care of him and now he is gone!

Now she no longer has a guardian!

Yes, we are the traitor, forever!

- Rufus. - I'm coming, mistress.

- Who owns this bird? - This is the parrot of our neighbor.

Come on.

Ow! Bastard!

Do not hurt him, please! It's a gift from Macarius to his wife!

You must not do anything to him. He belongs to your friend.

No, do not do it! I beg you!

Leave him in peace! He did not hurt you!

- Shut your mouth! - Not! Do not do it!

- Damn pagan cattle! - Leave the bird alone!

- I'll cut off your head! - He's afraid of you!

How dare you?

Chickens in my house!

That's a shame! Here in the house of the eagles!

Do you understand? Eagle! Just wait!

Do not, leave! Help! You hurt me!

Dirty bitch! You designed it! Now you will see what you have of it!

I'll lock you up like a dog!

Run, Rex! Come on, in with you!

Rein with you in the shed! There you belong, mangy bitch!

I will teach you to retrieve and bark, rely on it!

I say that to Tribune Macarius!

We know, he writes poetry and is starving himself more badly.

A true poet. - How terrible. He freezes from the cold at night.

These students already know how and where to warm.

- I worry about him. - I wonder what you find in this Cornelius.

- He is not beautiful, he is not rich. - But I like him. I like him.

He lives in a tight, icy hole he proudly calls his house.

Besides, these students can not shut up and that causes trouble.

You, who are looking for a wife, for a long time of love,

Do not look in the wrong place, but where you find women in large quantities.

Rome can give you so many and so different like to offer that you can say

the most beautiful women in the world, here they are gathered.

In the summer, when the days are hot,

then walk and walk under the pillared halls of Pompey.

You can look at antique pictures there. Look at the Danaiden.

The 50 daughters of King Danaos who killed their men.

Do not forget the Sabine women who were robbed by Romulus.

And Leda with Jupiter in the form of a swan.

With a swan? Do you think that's possible?

The widow must ask Nero, our neighbor, who keeps a swan.

The Romans robbed the Sabine women and forced them to marry her.

My late husband robbed me when I was 16. A picture of a man.

Mine is still alive, but it's as if he's been dead for ten years already.

Here is the place where you can satisfy your lusts.

You will find a beauty that seduces you.

Another one that will be a fleeting mood for you.

And finally, the one with which you want to stay together.

Are not you ashamed?

Come close to her as close as you can. Nothing and nobody can stop you.

And in the moment of your meeting, find an opportunity to start a conversation.

But be content with banalities for now.

- Forgive me. - Never mind.

If you discover a speck of dust on your neck or shoulder,

then take it away by barely brushing your skin.

And if there is none, just say so.

A speck of dust has strayed onto your shoulder, allowing me to take it away.

Everything must serve as a pretext for gallant courtesies.

The women come here to see, but above all, to be seen.

Impossible to call you all the hunting grounds for the woman.

It would be easier to count the grains of sand on the bottom of the sea.

You have received hints where to find the women you love,

who you want to love and how to throw the nets after them.

Now I will tell you how to bind those who love you the most.

This requires the application of some finer methods.

Her men, who want to learn the art of loving, listen to me attentively.

Open your ear to some basic rules that you should always keep in mind.

First of all, one thing is clear and clear.

There is not one woman in the world who could not become yours.

You will possess them if you only understand to set your traps.

Rather are the birds silent in spring and the cicada in summer,

for a woman to deny the one who caresses her.

She gives in, even if she shows herself relentless.

Like the man, the woman enjoys the fleeting lust.

If we were not, kisses demanded,

so the defeated woman would demand her herself soon.

In the shady valleys and slopes of Ida once lived a white bull.

He was the pride of the flock,

and a black tuft of hair grew between his horns.

Only in one place, the rest of his body was snow-white.

For him, Pasiphae was once burned into adulterous love.

Envious, she hated the well-designed, young verses.

Just look how she walks through the grass in front of him, she thinks she is seductive.

- Do you have a wish? - No, it's nothing.

Captivated by passion, she does not stop.

See, defeated by a bull is King Minos.

And finally, deceived by the wooden cow, the bull sprang at her.

And by birth the father evidently appeared!

Now you know how to unleash the love of a woman.

She is much hotter than ours.

She has more wildness.

Forward, be bold and no doubt.