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nose little nose, eyes of a child
unfolded forehead, cooper mouth.
I'll take your cheek and give you a kiss
Were the same gestures of him on Ifigenia
the same furious precision
the same lovely strenght.
When he killed Ifigenia, I stopped breathing.
and eat a clementine, or you'll faint
Today flies are wild
they smell dead men
and this makes them happy.
I won't yawn
'cause i fear they could enter in my throat
and have party there.
Can you see...
...all the dead men here?
They don't say a word.
Don't deceive yourself about the dead purity. Elettra!
What colour his eyes?
Green. have I already said green?
Yes...You said me that
and another time black, and still another blue!
Your remembrance is vague like an opinion.
I said green because i see them in this way,
I said black because I saw them of that color.
Didn't you look at him when he was on you?
I love everything that recall my father in my life
His way to unclothe himself from the weeding dress
How he laid down
And how to give life to me, all at once,
he exited from his thoughts , and from his body!
I love his wrinkle of future father
And the surprise that shaked his body the day of my birth
light, but it shaped me more than my mother's pain
He's Agamennone, the king
He's Agamennone, Atride's sovereign!
We must bring compliance to him!
She always have been in this way...
The dead won't have any pity
Forgive us for living while you are dead
But somehow, try as we may, your memory dwin-dles
and slips through our fingers.
Everything begin with a snowfall
I laught, and I am happy
Because her happyness gladden our father's heart
Head on Electra! He's here, and see him doughters
He don't damn us, he don't!
He's eyes bright on the teared face
and the bloody lip try to smile
But...look! He's dripping tears!
It's true! He's dripping tears!
Do you like these scene?
It's beautyful, isn't it?
And it's announce with a lot of wind
Here we have our father!
You can't understend
how many favour bring together a couple
obscure like good and the bad time.
My devotion to your mother isn't countable with the stupid love's measures
It is an actitude to have breakfast together
to taste the food that I eat for her pleasure
her way to walk with me for my satisfaction.
Without her i won't do that.
Your mother is so beautiful!
When your dad used to go out she would wear her flower dress, and she would come to find me.
I love your mother so much!
With the pain she feels for Ifigenia
and the shadows that oppresses ourself and that comes in this house every day.
That's the misure of my love.