TEATRO EN VIVO LIVE THEATER
Oh Celos!
Brabantio.
- Soliloquy-
What spell have you fallen under? What forces of evil took you away from me? You had everything, everything! You rejected a future of wealth and a good position to venture into hell. You take my illusions and my hope, and I could say, my life! What was missing? When did I lose track? How did I not see it coming? Now there is only your absence and these thoughts that burn inside me and consume me little by little. He, of all men! He, who is an alien, he who is the reincarnation of evil, he who is black!
This loneliness weighs on me like a thousand sins, your shadow lengthens to cover everything, and I fight against it, but there is no win a battle that I had lost since it started. Memories crowd in my mind and my heart crumbles pierced by your last words. In vain, I seek the potion that will make you come back, the remedy for your madness. Is death your only option? Amid so much darkness I walk aimlessly, like a blind man in a maze. My questions are unanswered, and madness becomes a clearer and closer possibility.
I curse the man that took you from my side, I will do it to my last breath. He caused the feeling that eats my guts and steals my sleep. A dream woven for years , and it instantly turned into a nightmare. The nightmare of the absurd, of the meaningless.
How did you choose darkness? A spell is the only explanation I can think of, there is no other way, you have decided to live contaminated, with the weight of madness, which you are not even able to sense.
Is there anything left to say? Were any words missing? What was missing? I ask in this soliloquy that upsets my senses and I receive silence as the only answer.
I am the remains of a lineage that dies with me, because there is no future suitable for where you are now. Thus, any possibility of transcending in time dies with me. For you shall conceive a demon, and my blood shall not be an accomplice.
Memories hurt, the time to come fuels hate, and I wish your death more and more intensely. Even when you're dead to me, you were dying little by little from the moment you walked through the door. However, some of the dead are mourned and I mourn your absence, I mourn imagined moments that will never come.
Little remains to be said, night falls and with it the unspoken words that will be lost where silence dwells fall. Restlessness will be my companion in insomnia, where ghosts will roam my bed. I will not see you anymore, I have closed the chapter of our story, where many pages were left blank. But I prefer this to staining them black, the color of sin and pain.
What spell have you fallen under?
Night wraps me with its mantle, it is time to leave, death is tired of waiting.