One Kiss (Un bacio)

Dear Blu, how are you?

Today's forecast calls for a shitty day, just like every other day.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Calm shit, steady shit, incessant shit,

spread evenly throughout the 24 hours of the day.

Nothing new.

When you were 16, every day seemed just like the others.

Meaning just as horrible as all the others.

Reading this now that may seem impossible,

but that's how it was

You could do anything:

good or bad things, listen to music or wander around,

write or sit in detention all day in a fucking library.

In the end, it was all the same.

I'm here to remind you of that.

On March 23rd at 4:37 when you were 16,

my dearest Blu, you felt that life really sucked.

So whatever you might be doing now, smile.

It can't be worse than it was then.

Yours, Blu.

Bye.

Blu sucks off the whole school

One Kiss

Here we are. It probably looked bigger in the photos.

No, it looked just like this.

Your room's this way.

We would've hung something up

but figured you'd want to do it.

Thanks. Is the computer for me?

Yes, it was my cousin's, I've set it up for you. Like it?

A lot.

The closet's a bit small...

I have zillions of clothes and shoes.

Zillions of shoes. And hats.

- I'm just preparing you. - We are prepared.

- Can I say something else? - Sure.

There's no full-length mirror. Tragic!

- I'll get you one. - Consider it done.

- I'll unpack my things. - Okay, we'll leave you to it.

Welcome lorenzo! R.S.

- Shit! - Hey...

It ran away, no big deal.

I shot too soon.

Next time, come on.

Sure you don't want me to come in?

Unless you want to sabotage my social life in a flash...

I can handle anything but "mommy's boy".

Okay.

Blu slut

It's not like Turin, is it?

It doesn't matter.

I was born to survive, I was born to be brave.

I was born to survive, born to be brave. Lady Gaga.

- Guess you need an intensive course. - Very intensive.

Or I won't understand a word you say.

See you at home later.

Bye, Ste.

Faggot!

Welcome to school, Lorenzo. Here we go...

Next time you're late I won't let you in, understood?

- Sorry I'm late. - Sit down, Pavan.

Carry on, Lorenzo.

After Turin I returned to the foster home to continue my studies.

And yesterday I arrived in this delightful city. End of story.

Great, for now you can sit in on our discussion

about Dante's Inferno,

and after class you and I can go over the syllabus.

Go sit next to Mantoni.

I bet you two will hit it off.

- Nice shirt. - Wanna borrow it?

It's better than your sweater, that yellow looks like puke.

He's a total faggot.

Hi. I'm Lorenzo.

Je m'appelle Lorenzo. My name is -

Yeah, I heard.

Mantoni, it says you're meant to go back to the library. Why?

Talk to the principal.

And now for Dante. Take out your books, page 238-239.

You work in the library?

Only when I'm in detention for having told off Messina,

she tried to stop me from beating the bitches.

Messina's the English teacher, and those are the bitches.

Caterina, Irene, and Claudia.

Let's start reading: "Florence, exult, for thou so mightily...“

- Anyway, I'm Blu. - Blu? Like the color?

More like “my parents were super wasted when I was born...

Mine were too, I think. But at least I got a normal name.

- That's the only normal thing you got! - Yeah, luckily.

"...shalt feel what Prato

would fain might come upon thee“.

Lorenzo, I'm Roberto Santoro, I was expecting you.

Hello.

No cell phones in here. What sports do you play?

Me? None.

They usually just deflate them, they're too spineless to slash them.

- Why? - Dunno.

Is the writing on the walls about you true?

- You mean that I'm a slut? - Yes.

No. I'm with a popular guy so they hate me.

Are you gay or is this just the perfect cover?

Well, I like boys, so it's very likely that I am gay.

- I've never met a gay guy. - Or so you think.

We're 1 in 15, statistically speaking.

The pump's at the end of the block.

Push, or are you a weakling gay?

I'm a smart gay, I won't push alone, we'll do it together.

Hustle, come on! Three more, three more!

Go, Antonio! Come on.

Block it!

Want to go get a beer? We'll be done by 9:00.

Me, Giacomo, you, Gianluca, and Paolo.

The five of us in one car.

Shower fast or I won't wait.

- Did you want to come? - I have to study.

Since when do you study? Don't you know it's useless?

Thanks, but I've got stuff to do.

Hi, slut.

Hi, faggot. I still haven't finished my half.

A slut and also a slow one. I'm calling, don't get too excited.

So wait, are you saying you're good at Latin as well?

Don't you get it? I'm good in all subjects.

People panic when they find out.

Not me, I don't mind if you do all the work.

- What were your grades like? - In Turin straight A's.

Practically a genius.

My parents would be proud if they weren't 6 feet under.

You're upset.

No, I'm not.

You are.

You're upset they didn't take you along.

No, I don't give a shit. Simone's a loser.

Well, yes... that's true.

- But you're still upset. - Yes, a bit... not much.

They treat me... like I'm dumb.

Who gives a shit. Antonio, fuck them.

You're the best basketball player, they need you.

Without you, they're worthless, remember that.

- I do remember that. - Good.

Go to sleep and forget about it.

Roby, this is the wrong size.

The piece needs to be

Excuse me.

Hello? Yes, speaking.

What? Who is this?

- You sissy! - Faggot.

- News? - None.

- I heard Renato raise his voice. - That's a good sign.

Mr. Petris, let's not turn this into something it's not.

Lorenzo wasn't kicked out of class for wearing nail polish.

Really? How odd...

isn't that what his teacher just said?

You wanted to suspend him because of his colored nails.

I said that the boy's nail polish caused a disruption in class.

His classmates started cackling...

Then you should suspend the others, not him.

And don't call him "the boy“, his name's Lorenzo.

The others were justly shocked by Lorenzo.

If I walk in wearing a Hawaiian shirt and flower crown

and the class roars, the class isn't to blame.

My son wasn't wearing a flower crown.

Knowing him, it's not unlikely! We can expect anything from him.

Anna, please.

Listen, if you're not capable of controlling your class,

it's not our problem... it's your problem.

If you suspend Lorenzo for wearing nail polish, it'll be in every paper tomorrow.

You had no right to kick him out of class.

You should encourage the boy to behave appropriately.

I told you his name is Lorenzo. Call him Lorenzo, got it?

Lorenzo.

Know what?

Tonight I'll talk to him, and tomorrow he'll wear lipstick.

And then we'll see what you'll do...

- Renato, calm down. - I am calm.

Bitch.

- What did you say? - I said bitch.

Did you automatically assume I was referring to you?

Listen, Mr. Petris, let's put an end to this.

Ms. Messina, the fact that Lorenzo wore nail polish

cannot be considered a disruption.

Your son can come to school tomorrow.

Fine, but if he continues with this provocative behavior,

I can't be responsible for the class' reaction.

Oh yes, you can. You should teach them respect for others.

And tolerance, which must be reciprocal.

Tolerance is a word I don't like.

My son shouldn't be tolerated,

he should be accepted for who he is. Are we done now?

Don't make a big deal of it. Nobody listens to Ms. Messina...

But she's still Lorenzo's teacher.

What a pain in the ass!

- How's Miriam? - Great, she's at five months now.

- Send her my love. - Sure.

- I'm off. - Bye.

- Thanks for the support. - Sure.

You can wear nail polish any time you want.

If your teachers say anything, just call me. Okay?

Stefania? Everything's fine. We're on our way.

- You kept the ringtone? - It's very modern. Very...

Thanks, I'm the only one who has it at the factory.

- Can I ask you something? - Anything.