Giancarlo Soldi
Nero.

Here we go. I knew it. Here I am again looking at myself in the mirror. I don't know who I am anymore... I don't know where I'm going... A banal teenage existential crisis? I've left adolescence behind a long time ago, what teenage crisis?! Maybe... Maybe I've never grown up... I'm still a damn pimply kid in love only with himself...

I feel like vomiting... All that blood I can still smell... It's as if I still have it on me... And then look at the state I'm in... How could I think she would stay with me? With all those damn hooligans always around me... Who threaten me, who persecute me, who destroy me and, damn, even piss on my car... And the funny thing is, it makes me laugh... And I don't know why...

It's all so dark around me... It always has been. All black. And these streets so strange... My life so strange... It seems that everything revolves around me in the same way; without a direction, without a reason, without a goal... I no longer understand the meaning of my endless wandering in this absurd life, balanced between boring routine and surreal horror... Where am I going? Why am I going?

...I even feel like crying now... I'm really a child... A damn melancholic narcissist perpetually in the grip of torments, visions, passions, fears, paranoias...

I can't stand myself anymore, I can't stand the world and the people around me... I feel like I'm living, or rather, not living in a cage made of suitcases filled with corpses, axes embedded in flesh, hands in the freezer...

...And you, who abandon me and restart this pointless circus... and you who abandon me and then... and then nothingness...

(imaginary thoughts of the protagonist of the film, played by Sergio Castellitto, featuring none other than a cameo by Hugo Pratt!)