[Enter three persons, each one dressed in White, Gray and Black. One by one, they recite their terrible speech and leave.]
[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?
[Beautiful enough, Moon arises.]
[Me:] Why, sister Moon? Why do paint my fate so gray? Why, Three-in-one? Do reduce me to this play?
[Moon invites witches.]
[Me:] Vida! Vida Trágica!
[Witchat:] Mítica Lógica Qu'ntica Trágica Pérfida Sórdida Pútrida Trágica Mágica Cética Cínica Trágica Lépida Lívida Lúdica Trágica
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