Venus in Furs (Paroxismus)

It all started last year.

Near Istanbul, on the Black Sea coast.

Or at least I think so.

Because at the time I was not sure what was real and what was not.

I tried not to remember why I buried my trumpet.

It was like... bury my life.

But I had to find her, dig her up and keep running.

The musicians will understand me.

A guy like me without the trumpet... it is like...

well...

a man without words.

She was beautiful, even if she was dead.

There was... a connection between the two of us.

Maybe it was that high society party.

It was last week? Or last month?

Or last year?

When you do not know where you are... I tell you that time is like an ocean.

You can not keep it.

I met a millionaire playboy.

An art merchant named Kapp.

Olga, a fashion photographer.

Her name was Wanda Reed.

I liked that girl a lot.

He knew that she was with the group that was taking a yacht on the Greek islands.

And I was not part of that.

But I wanted to do it.

And it was something that bothered me a lot.

Do not!

No, Olga!

Come here!

Come here!

I tell you it was crazy.

But if they liked that, it was their business.

I told myself it was not my business.

Maybe I left because I was as sick as them, but I could not admit it.

I do not remember if it was last week, last month, or last year.

The only thing I remember is to escape from someone or something.

Was it Wanda? But that's crazy!

How can you escape a dead person unless you are also dead?

I did not leave Istanbul, I ran away.

Going around Europe. The funny thing is that...

I ended up in a place where the fugitives go.

River. And it was the time of carnival.

Four days and nights of madness.

A crazy scene where the whole city becomes a single party.

Why do you look at space

with that empty expression?

It makes me mad that you are so distant.

You do not hear a single word of mine.

Why do not you tell me what you think?

Tell me while we still have time.

Soon the distance will be too great between us.

And we will have to continue fighting separately.

Let's get together, it's now or never.

I have the feeling that we do not need much.

Let's get together, it's now or never.

Before saying "where did our love end up?"

How far have we been?

We were closer at the beginning?

Did we really have a chance?

Or were we destined to fail?

Let's get together, it's now or never.

I have the feeling that we do not need much.

Let's get together, it's now or never.

Before saying.

"Where did our love go?"

- Hi dear. - Hello Rita.

- What's wrong with you, dear? - I do not know.

I want to go back to my music, but somehow...

I'm scared. Something is holding me back.

I can not. I will not play anymore.

C'mon darling.

Look, I'm trying to tell you that I can not play the trumpet anymore...

Was over. I can not do anything.

For me, please. Try it one more time, please.

Rita had experience and knew what was happening.

I could see that I was suffering from great confusion.

But he did not mind talking, even from the past.

Especially what happened in Istanbul.

The world is less lonely when you find someone to talk to.

I spoke, and she listened. And things started to improve for me.

Little by little, I started to recover.

My music sounded good. It was wonderful!

It was like being born again.

Suddenly, I felt that life was escaping me.

Was it Wanda? If she was dead!

I found his body on the beach in Istanbul.

How could he enter through a door in Rio?

It was crazy!

I felt hypnotized. I wanted to escape.

But I had to follow it.

It is trapped in a whirlpool that sucked me more and more.

Where did I go? Why did this happen to me?

Why could not I fight against it?

No, Jimmy!

Go back!

No, Jimmy! Go back!

Go back!

Who you are?

I do not know.

I get it.

Without names, without dates and without stories.

It is the beginning of the end.

For me...

everything ended a long time ago.

I left Wanda to walk the streets of the carnival.

And try to make some sense of what was happening.

But nothing made sense. She was dead.

Or was she alive?

I was dead?

Or was I alive?

Hi.

Hi.

During the carnival the boys go for a walk with their girls.

I went for a walk.

A strange walk.

I will not ask questions.

You came home.

You know... that I am... blind to those things.

Rita! Baby, you believe me.

But sometimes I feel lonely.

Why did not you go to sleep?

I was bored. Next time, please take me with you.

I do not like to be alone.

And when I'm not with you, I'm alone.

Come. Go to sleep.

The Venus of the skins will smile.

The Venus of the skins will smile.

The Venus of the skins will smile

Rita and I worked for Hermann, whose parties were endless.

When I saw Wanda,

I played for her as if we were the only two people in the world.

He seemed to understand the message, and sadly so did Rita.

Well look, our little Wanda. How are you?

I'm sorry you left so early at the party last night.

I did not regret that Jimmy took me at all.

And in reality you can not say that there is any connection...

between quality and what they edit today.

- Jimmy! - Do you want to leave here?

I mean... you can not sing without a microphone.

Sorry, I can not concentrate.

Wanda and I let the carnival swallow us.

As if today is tomorrow and yesterday never existed.

When I was with Wanda, it was as if time no longer existed.

The real world had suddenly disappeared, and...

I was hypnotized.

My mind urged me to leave, to escape before it was too late.

I had to get away from her.

I tell you, it was crazy.

I needed someone to talk to.

Someone to put the puzzle together.

Who is she? Tell me the truth.

I do not know.

And I do not care.

I promise you, Rita.

I promise you that from now on everything will be different.

All.

But something inside me told me that I was still crazy about Wanda.

And that I would follow her anywhere.

At the bottom of the ocean. Right to hell.

That's where I wanted to take me.

You are happy?

Why did Olga come?

It was the history of Istanbul repeated and I felt that feeling of nausea.

Sit down.

Rita.

Rita!

Can you tell Jim to come here?

Take your drink and forget about it.

Its busy.

Well, if he is free, then... I also.

Come on!

Come, delicious female. Everyone has to dance.

Hears! That's all the whiskey I have left!

But it has to be...

Wanda.

It's just a name, but you're exactly like her.

They have already told me.

Your eyes...

your hands...

The color of your hair is the same.

But she had long hair.

Me too, when I was young.

Sometimes I feel as if she is still alive.

Were they very close friends?

Yes.

They killed her a few years ago.

They mutilated his body.

Did you love her?

I do not know really.

Wanda!

What is this about?

What the hell were you doing?

Look, baby, if that's what you like, tell me and I'll go.

- I am sorry! - What the hell is wrong with you?

I am sorry!

Wanda!

Wanda, I need you!

Wanda, stay with me!

Wanda!