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Dear Dad, yesterday you went away forever.

Your death left me an impenetrable void.

Only now, after reading your diary, I understood why

you defined the existence of a boring passage of time.

Even Mark is here with me, to mourn your disappearance.

You would have wanted us to get married soon, but I can't.

I want to live my adolescence to the end, too, and let the fire burn my passion.

I want to live my adolescence to the end, too, and let the fire burn my passion.

You say that you miss me, how I wish those words were true.

But your arms are never here to hold me, when my heart gets lonely.

Your words make me confused.

First you said she was just a convenience, a place to stay.

Now you say that you've shared so much.

Oh, when will you stop playing games with my heart?

Can you stay with me?

Can you love her?

Why are you leading me around?

If you still want her?

Well, love will only bring me down.

You say that I'm evil, and I'm much too hard on you.

But all you ever seem to give me are bitter, sweet memories.

And I won't be your fool.

If you still love her.

Hey, baby, baby, baby.

Why are you leading me around?

That's all I want to know, boy.

Why are you leading me around?

If you still want her.

Your love will only bring me down.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why do you want to do a thing like this?

Because you're so stupid.

You're so stupid.

You're so stupid.

You're stupid.

The silence of an old room turns into a music of a sweet taste that accompanies me

in the arduous endeavor to find what I have lost.

Humble objects, without any value, imprison the strength of life,

enclosed in a few moments of ancient poetry.

And on those moments of joy never known, my adolescence passed.

The adolescence of a man born in the distance, 1927.

The crescent turns into color, and as if by chance the memories never known reemerge.

Here I am, on the left, reminiscent and strong in my

16 years, in the company of my brother Amico Luigi.

Every day, at the end of school, I accompanied him to

meet my cousin Serena, of whom he was madly in love.

She did not disdain his company.

And in agreement with my uncle's driver, who was going to pick her up at the

school, she stopped for a few minutes with

him for naive and shy amorous conversations.

My cousin Serena, splendid in her 15 years, with the veiled smile of a teenager.

And here Hugo accompanied my cousin to his secret appointments, even risking his

dismissal, if my old and sober uncle had discovered something.

Really a very nice guy, Hugo.

This is my uncle's house.

During one of the many dinners of representatives, who from time to time

promoted him for political purposes, he was an exhibitionist

and loved to entertain himself with important people.

She is Mrs. Grimaldi, wife of a colonel of the Carabinieri, far from our small town.

That evening she did not stop looking at my cousin Vincenzo.

And I felt a certain embarrassment, when I saw him

eagerly desiring to be in the presence of her husband.

The colonel, moreover, seemed to have noticed the

silent exchange of fusions between the two of them.

And this was not at all reassuring, considering

the fame of the man he was approaching.

My aunt seemed to have noticed nothing, and as on every important occasion,

she was dedicated to controlling the good conduct of my cousin, advising her,

as she usually did, on all the best rules of the Galatean behavior.

The atmosphere was Cuban, and knowing the insolence and tenacity of my cousin,

I had the clear foreboding that something had happened.

And in fact, just a little later...

Yes, yes, yes... Come on, faster.

I am excited to know that your husband is on the other side.

She is looking at us, yes.

Come on, faster.

Yes, I like it.

I like it, I like it.

Yes, I like it... Come on... Oh, oh...

Oh...

Oh... Oh, oh...

Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh...

My dear...

Now I'm going to introduce you to this group of

people who are trying to have fun in the open air.

She is my sister Gilda.

While she is having fun with a dear friend of hers.

A sweet and perverse woman that I will never forget.

The lady you see busy entertaining the three men is called Jennifer.

She moved to our country after marrying an Italian.

Since he left to fight on the Russian front, she, from time to time,

did not hesitate to please the friends of my dear

sister, of whom, by the way, she was a great friend.

They have yet to be married.

She is one of the best friends that I've had.

When we were two, at the age of 20, It was right there, that moment...

...that's why she didn't leave us.

GO!

In my teenage years, the taste of masturbation played an essential role in my life.

I remember when I used to introduce some of my students to some of my older friends.

I loved to look at these girls, little more than

15 years old, and offer myself without any shame.

And when I found one available and undisturbed, I did not hesitate to offer

it to the adults with the commitment to be able to look.

I didn't think I would be able to ask them.

Thank you.

Next time, you will know how I accept masturbation.

This

is the last thing I want to do.

Are you like a real man?

There is no way.

I have to be like a real man.

I would be able to read your mind, but I cannot see it.

I can only play the music I like.

A particular day in my life was marked by a warm morning in April.

As usual, I had accompanied my friend Luigi to meet my cousin Serena.

I stopped to talk with Ugo, while the two tender

boyfriends spoke as always, a short distance from us.

The tone of their conversation, however, was not as bright as the other times.

The two seemed to be in love, and at some point

Luigi left without saying goodbye to anyone.

All right, then it's better not to see each other anymore.

Goodbye.

My cousin, proud and proud like her whole family, was outraged

by the anger she had been caused by a simple little boy.

And to avenge herself, she offered me and her autistic

son the emotion of an unforgettable experience.

It only took you... ...a little...

...a minute.

...a second, ...somemore ...a second...

...a third...

...this wonderful relationship over to yourから.

It means humans need learning exactly what is your subconscious

desires, about how we could move on.

I presented Miss Jennifer to my cousin Vincenzo, and the

two of us immediately made an affectionate friendship.

In reality, for her it was something more than a simple friendship.

This, at least, is what she had entrusted to my sister.

But, unfortunately, she had fallen in love with a man of my cousin's caliber,

who was used to women only for his own interests.

One evening, he showed me the place of their meeting, promising to offer me

something in particular if I had to go there.

To accompany me, with his consent, was Luca, a friend of my sister's.

We both sat down behind a tree, waiting for the right moment to go out into the open.

We raised a toast in the flesh.

We Oh, the light of my eyes, please continue

to lay your lips on my fledgling Renault.

Oh yes...

So...

My desire...

My cousin had told me that after a few minutes from the

beginning of their infusions, we could intervene quietly.

Without any thought, we advanced towards the car, excited as never before,

in the desire to get to know Mrs. Jennifer more deeply.

At the moment,

she was not in the mood to get into the car.

But she found out that the car was not in the mood for her.

So she took the car and drove the car to the hospital.

At this moment, she felt a sense of loss.

She saw that she was in a very bad place.

So she decided to go the next day.

The doctor then tried to stop the car.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ugo had become my faithful friend, also because we both kept

the secret of an experience I had with my cousin Serena.

He was terrified that the uncle would come to know about it.

So one day he invited me to discover something I could never have imagined.

Hello.

Hello, as expected.

Of course, guys, I know how to do these things.

However, you can go and check in person if you don't believe me.

You know, I can't expose myself too much, I could risk losing my place.

As expected, the old man asked me to go for a walk in the woods.

Once he arrived, he wanted to stay with the girls

alone, so I'm here waiting for him to call me.

I'm sorry not to be able to attend because they are really beautiful girls.

I'm sorry for you.

Anyway, don't worry, this time we'll think about it.

All right, guys.

See you soon.

Bye.

My aunt and Mrs. Aldoprandi exchanged confessions for the pleasure of my uncle.

And he was so excited that even our presence left him unperturbed.

As if nothing were happening.

He just st舞ed in the woods.

Wut's up, Giulia?

I'm going away, I'm going.

Oh God!

Myinos wanna be with me in a flash!

Ea, I Sega!

Oh, no!

Don't leave me in Where my women and my parents are having a good time,

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And from me downstairs it's maison divide by three.

I'm not used to this.

This was my lest youthful experience,

Vittorio, a dear friend of my sister, took a

volunteer service as a gunner of the Red Cross.

His job was to pick up the wounded at the front

and take them to the small hospital in our country.

Often he would invite me to go with him.

And I accepted it, because I knew that with him, even in those terrible moments,

I could have lived unforgettable experiences.

Get off and don't ask questions.

Go for a walk.

Who are you waiting for?

Come on.

Come on.

Yes, like that.

Come on, stretch your legs.

I want to see your mother.

Shake your legs.

Yes, like that.

Let her touch you.

Dance like that.

Good girl.

You look beautiful.

Yes, like that.

Good girl.

Yes.

She likes you.

You are beautiful.

She loves you.

Good girl.

Good girl.

That is very beautiful to me!

Look at her.

Like that.

No, take her you jerk.

No, example that may save a person's life.

Yes, like that.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I can't believe it!

I became a great friend of Vittorio.

He was an extraordinary man and he liked my company

because he considered me a bit like his mascot.

Often, in moments of tranquility, he would invite

me to follow him on a trip with his friends.

And I, even though at the age difference I felt a bit like a

fish out of water, always followed him with great enthusiasm.

Once we went to Bastioli, a small mountain town.

They were part of the company Vittorio and the

nurse, who in the meantime had become his girlfriend.

Federico with the woman he had recently married.

And of course, the subordinate.

We could really do a lot of things here.

Yes.

And what do you want to do?

I don't know.

I would have one thing in mind.

Which one?

Will you come with me?

No, no, no.

Are you afraid of me?

No, absolutely not.

And what do you think?

Am I lying?

I don't know.

I'm joking, guys.

Let's go inside.

You're strong.

How are you?

I'll give you a few lessons later.

Gustavo, please take the luggage to the hotel.

Thank you, bye.

I immediately realized that Vittorio had a particular interest in Federico's wife.

But I would never have expected him to come to the point

of betraying such a deep friendship just for a woman.

I was wrong, and this was another great lesson in life for me.

The third poem Oh, my words!

That's great, do you know what I mean?

You, too.

I have never seen before.

You, too.

All right.

Keep going, come on.

The return from that trip was literally tragic.

Vittorio and Federico's wife had disappeared.

And we decided to return to our country without him.

There are some trees, if you want you can go down, okay?

Okay, thank you.

Come on, don't think about it anymore.

I was trying to comfort the young nurse.

And maybe a little cynically, I decided to put into practice what I learned the night

before from the life lesson I learned from my friend Vittorio.

I'm not doing anything.

I'm not doing anything wrong.

Come on, please.

Come on, smile.

Federico was also looking for his revenge.

And I offered him the possibility of being able to act without too much effort.

On the other hand, I still didn't feel like owning a woman.

And I preferred to enjoy only being able to touch her by masturbating.

And he did it.

Ah!

Finally, the day has come when the war is over.

The Americans were now absolute masters of our country.

And fate is waiting for them in surprise.

The war is over.

Smith, what are you doing here?

I'm going to the bathroom.

Commander.

The lady must meet someone.

We will stay here for ten minutes.

The lady must go that way.

Please help her to get down.

Yes, sir.

Please.

It was about a year that I no longer saw my sister.

And she, who, in the absence of my parents, had also made me a little mother,

immediately took care of me.

Leading me to live with her and her American officer in a splendid house

requested by the Allied forces in our country.

At first I was happy to follow her.

In the end, it was her and her friendship that offered

me the most delirious experiences of my adolescence.

Soon I realized, however, that my grumpy little sister had turned into a child.

A tender little lamb in love.

And I just could not resist to watch the boring

serenades that she dedicated to her boyfriend.

My salvation was to start again visiting Vittorio.

He was always surrounded by beautiful women and he was available, in the name of

our old friendship, to invite me to his gallant appointments.

Once I also brought with me the children of my

sister's boyfriend, who, meanwhile, had moved to Italy.

They were not very friendly.

Perhaps they thought that I wanted to steal their father's affection.

And for this reason I tried to make them my friends, bringing

them to attend the forbidden meetings of my dear friend.

I love you, divine creatures.

I love the land where you walk, the light that illuminates you.

Look, look at the moon that shines high in the sky.

It is kissing you with its light.

And I too feel an infinite desire to kiss you.

Look!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Go on, tell me.

And as I was telling you, far from the indiscreet eye, here you feel free of fear.

Here you feel free as a dog to do anything

because God abides by it, according to the law.

I can't believe it!

I can't believe it!

Oh, how I like to hold you like this.

It makes me drink.

If you want, move.

Now.

And now I'm going to go to sleep.

And I'm going to sleep.

Oh, I love you.

I love you.

Oh, you're making me cry.

Oh, you're making me cry.

I don't know how to say it.

I like you, I miss you.

What are you doing?

Oh, good, both of you drive me crazy.

Yes, with the tongue...

I'll pierce your mouth...

How beautiful...

The memories of my teenage years...

end with that evening.

They were the last moments of happiness... before owning a woman and becoming a man.

Time, however, gave me one last big surprise.

My sister died a few years after marrying an American officer.

It was a great trauma for everyone... but for the old consort...

it became impossible to overcome the idea of being left alone.

And so she gave herself to alcohol...

turning her old age into a false and new adolescence.

What you see is her son.

I think you will remember him.

Her marriage was a new teaching for me...

which... I will reveal to you at the end of the film.

Why did you bring me here?

Bringing you here is the most beautiful thing in the world.

But I don't want to stay in this place.

I don't want to stay.

It's night time.

I dreamed of meeting you here.

I want to make love to you.

I don't like this place.

Let's go.

Where does your life go?

Where do I want to go?

Somewhere far away...

where... where?

The house.

specifically for you.

with all my emotions... it is absolutely... But there are rooms.

and a house.

A house with windows.

A house with little enormously likelihood of death.

Poor man, his misfortune has taught me that there

is no age limit to live a perverse adolescence.

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