Three Parchae -

[Enter three persons, each one dressed in White, Gray and Black.

One by one, they recite their terrible speech and leave.]

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?

Why, sister Moon?

Why do paint my fate so gray?

Why, Three-in-one?

Do reduce me to this play?

Vida!

Vida Tr