[Enter three persons, each one dressed in White, Gray and Black. One by one, they recite their terrible speech and leave.]
[Me:]
White one said to me how thin my life supposed to be
Gray one called it delusion
White one said that I suffer from a doomed disease
Black one called it salvation and sin
White Gray Black spinners of this vulgar fate
The thread of life is not broken yet
I defy you to rewrite your lines
Redefine my part, rearrange all this play
Why me?
Why me?
Why?
[Beautiful enough, Moon arises.]
[Me:]
Why, sister Moon?
Why do paint my fate so gray?
Why, Three-in-one?
Do reduce me to this play?
[Moon invites witches.]
[Me:]
Vida!
Vida Tr?gica!
[Witchat:]
M?tica L?gica Qu'ntica Tr?gica
P?rfida S?rdida P?trida Tr?gica
M?gica C?tica C?nica Tr?gica
L?pida L?vida L?dica Tr?gica
Germinal Terminal
