Medea's words

Introit


Talk to me Earth
Sun
stones; talk to me
God, Sun: where is the ancient bond that tied you to the Earth?
Earth: what is your meaning?
Why I can't recognize you anymore?

Sun
father terrible
why are you so cold? 




Oracle of perdition 


Sunrise to sunset I beheld your reflex on the vinous sea like a guardian, what am I?
How terrible and deep may the love of a woman in love be?

How terrible may be the hate of a woman terrible (a woman has that intimate union with your womb, Earth
and this abyss
unfathomable 
in easy tears
oh! Helios!)
 
And a woman can kill (to you, I'm talking, oh my black omen! My desperation!) Sun, father distant father...

For him, the perfidious, the odious: my love!
My peremptory, bitter abandon!
 
The men can't perceive what there is inside of a woman: there's a relation of profound intimacy between us, oh open astral vault..!
 
But the men can't perceive. What there is inside of a woman?
I am a woman, I am the core of all the sacred things that cannot be mentioned.



My fragile life: perfidious of mine: why don't you... love me..?

II)

My beauty faded away, my hair -red and sweet one day- it's just snakes now (there is something more tremendous than the delicious love lost?) 
The brutal blindness of theirs judged me witch: yes; and woman I am! Strong enough
strong enough 
strong enough to set my own life on fire (how could I be happy if our life is finite, oh Earth!)




Earth!

My soul is worried and it roams by unexpected places since Princess Glauce stole my Jason.
It roams by unexpected places since Princess Glauce stole my Jason

I have sombrous presages... 




Under the sun / Exiles 


Lost and blind pilgrim I was on the Earth (what is your meaning, oh Ëarth!)

From barbarous and arid lands I came; joined my heart was in blitheness to the one who knew how to love me, one day.
 
My love was so blowzy! The tender body of my brother I shattered, like a wild beast would do
my own blood I shed!
My own limbs I threw when I threw his limbs... to the Sea.

And I didn't care.

And the father Ocean felt repugnance and cursed my path forever.

II)

Barbaric and alien I followed my love: we were like a caravan of shades under the mysterious galaxies.

The children of our sweetness condemned were from the start (oh Phoebus: won't I find pity in your blond eyes anymore?)


Concerned and excited, my dying heart used to promenade among the poison ivies of the citadel
man, for the last time, look into my eyes: won't you see what there is inside of a woman?
Won't you never, ever reach the bottom?


Inside of me there is the science of all the tepid things, and a love that's so ineffable and terrific that could make the foundations of that silvery Olympus shiver and shake.

My secret garden, deep and hidden. Built in walls of oblongue mirrors; my garden.
My garden... 




Under the sun of the citadel / The maddening wedding present / The flames 

 
The King and all his maids fear me because of his young daughter
there was no wrong in my eyes.


All my existence was cast into the mould of my ungrateful; I was like an amorous sky, unselfish goldsmith... for love! (Oh Jason my prison, impious passion of mine!)

I hollowed my eyes, my black deep-eyes, just to give them to you, just for love (so terrible and visceral can be the love of a woman, the hate of a woman in love); oh Helios: why did you abandon me on these deserts..?


The homicide was my home and here I am, standing on my legs.

Because I am a woman
I give the life... and I take it.




Oh demented lover, absence of mine! Oh phases of the Moon, crüel stars: I curse you all!
My furtive and sweet heart will melt my disgrace into love... til it gets invisible...

Omnipresent. 




A new dawn 


... I am your terror city! I will destroy all your temples and your virgins and your whores
the sideral elements will dance with me the dance of the destruction and the re-generation! Love! Despair! Hate! Fire!

On a carriage hauled by vipers I will run away after vindicating my love in hate; because I am that woman in love, that slight smile of pang
witch, lover, martyr, homicidal.
My fate is written on a holm oak; because... what is your meaning father Time?



Rocks, Earth; Apollyon Phoebus, bläck father of mine, white light, here I go! The men don't know what there is inside of a woman, my ocean of tears is dry now, my tender soul's anguish became as acute and deaf as the nothing.




Like the essence of all the things in Chaos: here I go

nothing is possible now.