Atreus / Metamorphosis Of The Rite

nose little nose, eyes of a child unfolded forehead, cooper mouth. I'll take your cheek and give you a kiss Again! Were the same gestures of him on Ifigenia the same furious precision the same lovely strenght. When he killed Ifigenia, I stopped breathing. Sit down! 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. Look! Can you see... ...all the dead men here? They don't say a word. Don't deceive yourself about the dead purity. Elettra! Shut up! 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 Acclaim him! He's Agamennone, Atride's sovereign! We must bring compliance to him! He's Agamennone! The king! 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. Mom... 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. Curtain.