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Maestro, as you paint this picture would you tell me what-what's going on in your mind.
Now the cross, the mystical vertical cross.
Out of black paint,
(...via con questo coso per... cortesia...)
a cross comes down from the top left hand side of the canvas.
(via con quella testa per cortesia!)
he has just thrown a bunch of gold paint which has not only hit me in the face,
(...ostia...)
but has gone across the canvas to the applause of the crowd below.
(...calma... aspetta... ahó aspetta cazzo, eh... adesso, aspetta!)
now some black paint
(...giá¹ con quella testa! giá¹ la testa nico... via via con quel coso lá­ porcoddio...)
This is the head, this is the head-this is the head of the black death.
The canvas and the photographers are covered with paint.
I might add, its black paint and gold paint on a white canvas.
(...un pochettino un pochettino! cosá­ cosá­ dai! piá¹ in lá¡!)
(crowd)
that was a †a big slash of paint.
What is this.
(Ah aaah ah ah [dialetto] ᨠbellissimo?? non va piṠvia... [dialetto] guarda, No, no, no! Eeehh!)
Now he got even with the photographers who have been covering the canvas,
And opens the canvas and out comes twelve pigeons! Ha ha ha!
Twelve homing pigeons have just flown out of the canvas.
Maestro, what are you doing?
(applause)
You call this painting...
Le Lion de St. Mark.
The lion of St. Mark.
Hommage á  Venice.
Homage to Venice, the home (ha ha) of the lion of St. Mark.

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