What have we done?
Something happened that we are not free to undo. Will it always
be that dark now, even during the day?
Wait, let me say farewell to this unstained lightness which was
once mine. Let me say farewell to my youth. There are evenings,
evenings from
Corinthe and Athens, full of ??? and smells which will never
belong to me anymore. Mornings full of hope too. So, farewell,
farewell, farewell.
Listen! . . . Listen, the sound of their wings. They are
surrounding us Oreste. They are the Furies, the Godesses of
Remorse.
Come! Take me to Apollo's sanctuary we'll spend the night
there, sheltered from men and Furies.
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