I can´t make this movie, there´s no way that I´ll begin it. I can´t bear to see the cameras roll.
The problem is the subject, there´s no pleasant way to treat it. Problem is the author´s lost control.
How I wish it didn´t have to be so, but we cut the losses-starting Now strike the set and keep it for some sideshow, Tell the cast and crew that they can all go.
Find another genius, I´cant be one or become one. I can´t even tell how I´d begin.
Help Luisa, help me, help me Mamma, Help me someone!
Here´s a place where I have never been. Guido out in space with no direction, Guido at a loss for what to say, Guido with no intervening actors, Guido at the mercy of detractors, Guido here alone with only Guido.
Nothing holds together, nothing makes a bit of sense now. Impossible to grasp or undestand.
How can I go on to watch the whole of my existence end up being nothing that I planned? Have I lost myself and all i wished for? Has my life become a mindless game?
Guido, I can´t stand the name of Guido. Guido, for Godsake! Who is this Guido? Guido here, with no one else but Guido