Seclusion is why he suffers
A border of impotence has forever estranged his face from many others
Prime motive – a heart caged in a vitreous cell
An inexistent life gnawed by fevers and lymphatic decay
Feelings whitering >> health violently decaying
”he’s somebody who imputes to the society he lives in
The causes of his failures”

Redemption:
Young charming whores burst with love and happiness
Like flowers in heavenly meadows
…where no foot dares to trample
and no drought can fade their beauty…
…so light-hearted, ignorant.
Pete’s daughter rots in a cheerless hole – no way out from the hospital bed
Granuloma increases merciless
eyes constrained to see the sand-glass
…running up to death…
agony is inhuman, as pus flows through her veins.

Pete stares at a wall – sometimes he feels like dying
Desperation is so revolting…
>> a taste of salt tears flowing down to the stomach
Worse than the smell of still piss in the filthiest central station’s w.c.
Sometimes he drops in a sea of darkness
And the wall blackens, soiled with the ink of remorse.
Water or crude oil … silence or animated void …
Nerves like a crowd of whispering masks
Corrupting the distance between man and knife.

Pete stares at a wall – sometimes he feels like “creating”
He paints scenes of murder, bloodshed and fury
He makes up situations, developes a perfect screenplay

Quartered corpses, razor blades opening guts,
Throats cut spine-deep,
All imaginable variations of tortures,
Nipples sliced-off with sharp-edged glass,
Vaginal impalations, facial graffiti
Carved with horrible instruments,
Tender girls ripped, dismembered and hacked to pieces…
Female bodies stabbed and gutted
Like ware on a fishmonger’s slab,
Others strangled with cords,
Severed heads smashed with hammers,
Needles driven

Words translated from lucio fulci’s “the ny ripper”
And from other italian movies + personal statements added:

Society = complicity between people
Whose most precious patrimony is other’s freedom.

“in this city, if you don’t shine in something,
Even if you’re the best, the most beautiful,
Even if you’re perfect, intelligent...
You’re excluded, they won’t let you live.”

He has very refined taste, will, spirit.
He finds the true essence of things in the nuances.

“you have no imagination,
You reason by stereotypes... like a cop”

Regress, an illness that spares none.
He sacrificed young beautiful women
To his daughter who would never become either.

“too beautiful, i had to kill her...
But you can’t understand, you’re too dumb,
You’ll never understand.”

He loves competing and like a good chess player
Never improvises, he plans every move.

“make he suffer, make her scream”.

You leave doors half-open, you never conclude
Because, basically, you’re good for nothing.
A metaphore taken to the extreme of perversion and cruelty,
That “someone who dies in a hospital bed” is the part of us that’s tied to,
Trapped in distressing, nerve-wracking human relationships,
Rotten with hypocrisy and impossible to avoid.

“society is the nr.1 executioner,
Our feelings, our expectations - on the gallows”

The shard of a bottle stuck between your legs,
Pulled up slowly, opens you zip-like.
Blood drips, red tears to warm my hate.

Pete the ripper is just like me,
A coincidence of stories ended badly.
A dark shape in the shadows, sharpening a knife,
Contemplating the victim- waiting for the right moment... to begin.
Redeem the lack of oxygen snuffing out life,
Painting on another’s skin the injustice of being born.