sex, drunkenness and blood will always recall
the underground world and promised to more than a chthonic Beatitudes. But the Thracian Orpheus
, singer, traveler, and Hades as the same victim torn
Dionisio, earned more. (They talk about Orpheus and Bacchus). Orpheus: It 's happened. We climbed the path through the forest shadows. Were far Cocytus, Styx, the boat, the laments. Glimpsed on leaves the gleam of the sky. I felt behind the rustling of his hand. But I was still there and I was wearing that cold. I thought that one day I had to go back, that what has been will be again. I was thinking about life with her, as it was before, which again would be over. What has been will be. I thought that frost, the void that I had gone through and that she wore to the bone, bone, blood. It was worth it to relive again? I thought about it, and glimpsed a glimmer of day. So I said, "is over" and I turned around. Eurydice vanished like a candle goes out. I heard only a squeak, as of a mouse that is saved.
Berry: Strange words, Orpheus. I can hardly believe it. Here
you said that you were loved by the gods and muses. Many of us follow you because you know
love and unhappy. You were so in love - just for men - you have crossed the threshold of anything. No, I do not believe, Orpheus. It was not your fault if fate betrayed you.
Orpheus: What does it matter destiny. My destiny is not cheating. Ridiculous that after that trip, having seen nothing in the face, I turn to error or caprice.
Berry: It says here that it was for love.
Orpheus: Do not you love those who died.
Berry: And yet you cry to the mountains and hills - the search and call you - you descended into Hades. This was it?
Orpheus: You say you're like a man. Know therefore that a man does not know what else to death. The Eurydice I cried it was a season of life. I tried something else out there who love her. I was looking for a past that Eurydice does not know. I understood that among the dead while singing my song. I saw the shadows look stiff and empty, stop the whining, Persephone hide his face, the same dark-impassive, Hades, reach out and listen as a mortal. I understand that the dead are nothing.
Berry: The pain has upset you, Orfeo. Who does not rivorrebbe the past? Eurydice was almost reborn.
Orpheus: And then die again, Berry. To reach the blood and the horror of Hades trembled with me day and night. You do not know what nothing.
Berry: So you sing that you had regained the past, have rejected and destroyed. No, I can not believe.
Orpheus: Understand Me, Berry. Only in the past was a real song. Hades saw himself follow it. Already climbing the path that vanished past, you did remember, he knew death. When I came the first glimmer of the sky, startled as a young, happy and incredulous, started for myself, for the world of the living. The season I had been looking at that glimmer was there. I do not care about her following me. My past was the light, was the song and the next morning. And I turned around.
Berry: How could you resign, Orpheus? Who has seen the return did you fear. Eurydice was a life for you.
Orpheus: Nonsense. Eurydice dying became something else. Quell'Orfeo who descended to Hades, was no longer married or widowed. My tears of that time was like the tears that you are the boy and smiles to remember. The season is over. I tried crying, but she no longer myself. A destiny, if you want. I listened.
Berry: Many of us behind you They come because they believed this to your tears. You then have you deceived?
Orpheus: O Berry, Berry, just do not want to see?
not betray my fate. I tried myself. Do not you try this.
Berry: Here we are more simple, Orpheus. Here we love and death, and cry and laugh with everyone. Our parties are the most joyful flowing with blood. We, the women of Thrace, not fear these things.
Orpheus: Viewed from the side of life, everything is beautiful. But those who believe he was among the dead ... Not worth it.
Berry: Once you were not so. Do not talk about nothing. Pull off death makes us like gods. You taught that same rapture overwhelms the life and death and that makes us more human ... You have seen the party.
Orpheus: No, what counts is the blood, girl. Neither intoxication and blood makes me feel. But what a man is very hard to say. Not even you, Berry, you know.
Berry: Without us you would be nothing, Orpheus.
Orpheus: I said this and I know. But then who cares? Without you, I came down to Hades ...
Berry: You came down looking for us.
Orpheus: But I have not found. I wanted something else. I found that coming to light.
Berry: Once sang Euridice in the mountains ...
Orpheus: The clock is ticking, Berry. There are mountains, there's Eurydice. These things have a name, and call themselves men. Invoking the gods of the festival is not needed here.
Berry: You, too, invokes them.
Orpheus: Everything a man does in life. Believes all things, in the days. Even believes that his blood flows in the veins of others at times. Or was that what can be undone. Believed to break the fate with the thrill. All this I know and there is nothing.
Berry: Do not you know that death, Orpheus, and your only thought is death. There was a time when the party made us immortal.
Orpheus: And you experience them the party. Everything is permissible for those who do not know yet. It 'must come down once each in his hell. The orgy is over my fate in Hades, according to my singing over ways of life and death.
Berry: And that means that fate is not cheating?
Orpheus: It means that is within you, what you, the deeper the blood, beyond all intoxication. No god can touch it.
Berry: Maybe, Orpheus. But we do not seek any Euridice. So how we go down to hell too?
Orpheus: Whenever you know a god s'invoca death. And you go down to Hades to tear something, to break a destiny. You do not win the night, and you lose the light. There is debate as obsessed.
Berry: You say bad things ... So you lost your light too?
Orpheus: I was almost lost, and singing. Realizing I found myself.
Berry: Is it worth being in this way? Is there an easier way of ignorance and joy. God is like a lord of life and death. We give in to his drunkenness, he comes tearing apart or torn. It is reborn each time, and you wake up like you in the day.
Orpheus: Do not talk during the day, wake up. Few men know. No woman like you, knows what it is.
Berry: Maybe that's why they follow you, the women of Thrace. You are to them as the god. You are descended from the mountains. Singing verses of love and death.
Orpheus: Silly. With you can speak at least. Maybe one day you will be like a man.
Berry: Provided that before the women of Thrace ...
Orfeo, 'Will.
Berry: Provided that sbranino God.
Cesare Pavese - Dialogues with Leuco
