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, sister moon?
Why do paint my fate so gray?
Why, three-in-one?
Do reduce me to this play?
Me:
Vida!
Vida tragica!
Witchat:
Mitica lógica quantica trágica
Pérfida sórdida pútrida trágica
Mágica cética cínica trágica
Lépida lívida lúdica trágica
