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