Farewell Visit to Ulysses -2

After twenty years, Ulysses has come back. He must realize a transformed world. And also he must understand his wife.

You wanted to return and find your world again,
Nature would have been the same, people couldn't refrain.
Your solitude breaks off and on, we like your feelings
Don't like your action, and this journey is over.
More than returning, more than finding, meeting means:
That wasn't your anniversary, Penelope loves new teams.

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Love Becomes Electra -1

Here we talk about 'Mourning Becomes Electra' by Eugene O'Neill. Among various other murders, Lavinia instigates to commit the homicide of the lover of her mother Christine. Before Christine had killed her husband, Lavinia's father.

At the end of her play,
The stiff Lavinia comes home and locks.
Two shapely women were in terrible way:
Before Christine, then Lavinia felt the same shock.
A sadic husband and father didn't love them:
So the first commited suicide, the second some homicides.

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Ode to Pelé

Last night I saw Spain versus Germany at a soccer match.
It was the final of the European championship, but...
I dreamed Brasil. What a nostalgia of Pelé!
The black king of the balls flew on the grasses of the sky.
His dad wept with sorrow for the defeat of their national team
So the son won three Worldwide championships.
I shall tell you about him, my Lesbia,
And with his simple gestures he'll be forever with us.
Among his brothers o rey chases the ball on the beach of Guarajà,
He stops and, at sunset, shows us his eternal smile of rapaz.

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AAAC) Rome

In old Rome everybody did his own work.
There were the slaves all over the world,
Unluckily the world has not changed,
Luckily those slaves could become freedmen.
The ten ases coin valued more than the Greek dram,
The Romans did not devalue their denarius.
As a kid one read about old Rome hoping to grow up.
Machiavelli dreamt he came back to old Rome changing his clothes in the evening.
We held our suits and have our homework.
A Lady gave her daughter a copper jewel box as a dowry.
We know she's a great catch that girl with her cista Ficoroni.

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The Hamlet's Departure

'Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiòs
Y desde que tù te fuiste yo solo tengo...'.
Mom is always mom. Oedipus started without knowing it.
A murder was on a sunny clobbed paving among olive trees.
An incest was among the walls of dark ash-lar in an old palace.
And the deserted child got lost in the old world
Thinking he had found the new world.
On the ramparts of the castle, in his prince clothes, Hamlet meets his father's ghost.]
The wind blows upon the poor prince of Denmark
Who won't kill his stepfather but all the others.
Hamlet, you couldn't return
Now you can only go away.
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The quotation is from the lyric 'Camisa Negra'.

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The Storming of the Bastille

In France on the 14th July people eat out, remembering a fact:
On the 14th July 1789 there was the invention of the restaurant.
That day there was the storming of the Bastille
However one has to eat every day.
The Bastille held seven prisoners: among them, four youngs.
That one was the revolution of the lawyers: Robespierre, Danton, Saint Just;
They became judges, cut the heads of dad king and mom queen.
Had those sovereigns their heads? People needed bread.
Marat was struggling with his eczema in a bathtub,
He fell on the battlefield. Citoyens, people are hungry.
Oh Jacobins your heads didn't survive, either.
Maybe it's expensive today but, Lesbia, can I invite you to dinner?
Aux armes, citoyens.

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Suid-Afrika

Antelope runs across meadow and bachelor is in videoconference,
Die ontbreek like Kafka should have been saved by science.
Springboks run across lawn and if people play winning,
Italians dream wilderness and throw away their sad spinning.
Northern pale beauties and shining ebony of native girl faces:
Salgàri would tell about you in his stories of kidnapped princesses.
A daughter could study at Wynfrey's school and get graduate:
I remember Stars and Stripes and ngiyakuthanda, my girl laureate.
Dolphins swim in the Oceanic waves and linden trees dale
Is forever there. Now here I'm far and good bye. Salani khale.
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The Zulu word ‘ngiyakuthanda' means ‘I love you'.
‘Salani khale' - ‘Stay well'.

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The Saint Lawrence's Night

'In my thoughts the train of the wishes runs along the opposite way'
Paolo Conte

On August the tenth, you can see the shooting stars in the sky.
The poet Pascoli's father was killed and the poet should have become himself like a father.
This night you can express a wish.
Near the beach, you believe the reef is continuous, there isn't a break
Oh yes there is, for a little one part of it runs above, the other below,
In the middle of the parts there's a gap and the wave breaks.
Somebody's made a war over the week-end and August Bank Holiday is at the gates.
Holyday homeworks for the conscripts, and for people, but A Thousand Nine Hundred Fifty Nine contingent has been discharged.
Looking at the sky I think about my expensive national insurance contributions;
One day Lesbia and, maybe, our son could take advantage of them.
This day in 1675, Charles II founded the Royal Observatory of Greenwich.

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C) Julius Caesar

Enter CASCA and CICERO

CASCA: Tomorrow in the senate we shall have to work. Caesar will be sitting.
CICERO: An orator does not go out of fashion, I shall deliver a speech.
CASCA: To be a conspirator has become fashionable.
CICERO: Our roles are not so definite, we use to ignore them.
CASCA: You yourself mention ignorance! Were not you Princeps Senatus?
CICERO: Though he put the crown by thrice, the dictator wants to be top of Rome.
CASCA: He is really top of Rome. Senators are useless.
CICERO: Antony is his shadow and wants put himself in his place. However I am looking all
around.
CASCA: I am one of your accomplices and wonder whether you are seeing anything interesting.
CICERO: I don't like Marullus. Let's get the tribun of the people killed.
CASCA: Do you want to kill a son, too? We already must kill a father.
CICERO: Maybe I don't like killing fathers.

II,1
Enter MARCUS BRUTUS and PORTIA

BRUTUS: As sentinel greets the dawn, so I greet your return. You are late.

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