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Act 1 Scene 1
Born at the same moment, three flowers spring up from the earth: a Water lily, a treasure flower, and a wild sunflower.
It is cloudy, almost dark; probably harsher than it was last Sunday!
-Puff! (First, the wild sunflower arises from the bottom of the soil.) Uuuuh, (she rises her head) How lovely is the sun, methinks humanity is more privileged than our flow kingdom!
-Puff! (It’s the very moment of birth for the treasure flower, head bends towards the clouds) damn clouds, where do you see the sun? Which sun is tis? Don’t you mean but the human cemetery of dark colors, clouds, and clowns, and
-plastics.
-Puff! The water lily: Which cloud is this, what smell does it have?
-It smells charming tis humanity, said the sunflower. They‘re poor, lucky, and humans! Those humans!
-Water lily: About whom you are talking? Who? man?
-Sun flower: No, said humans, cant you mind your ears!
-Water lily: Mom says humans, they would prefer to die from hunger, starve than run off and evaporate from earth!
-Treasure flower: What earth? Which earth? Damn! the earth, any earth, no earth no more earth, is there any left earth? Tell me!
-Water lily: Unfortunately we landed, I mean, we delved into earth, did we??
-Yeah!
-No?
-Treasure flower: by mistake!
A huge amount of black smoke comes out of the horizon surrounding them.
-Sun Flower asks: It’s night?
-Treasure Flower: It s light! Almost shining! Wash up!
Sun Flower in affirmative tone: It's night.
Water Lily: -It's light.
Sun Flower: It’s dawn?
Treasure Flower: It’s down the river yeah Sun (sun flow)!
An illusory river down the ground can be watched Now. The three flowers bend over the river. A voice over is heard calling the 3 flowers loudly:
- It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire to you alone. (Horatio to Hamlet/Hamlet, Act 1 scene2) - For this relief much thanks; 'tis bitter cold And I am sick at heart. (Hamlet; Franscisco to Bernaro 1.10) The 3 flowers answer in one voice. | |
The voice over repeats again: It beckons you to go away with it! go away with it! go away with it! go away with it!
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the Sun flower and the Treasure flower look to the lily saying: go away with it!
The water lily becomes disconcerted. Blinded by the alchemy of the depths, She walked with a heavy step, looked at the sides of the river and then with certain determination threw herself. She fell headfirst onto the bottom.
Treasure flower to the Sun Flowwer: Look! i have long been wanting to know what the picture is by walking with heavy steps!
The voice of the Lily can be heard from the bottoms of the river singing :
i am not dead, sister.
yet, to the moon light
let me go,
i am not dead, sister,
don't knock out my eyes.
if my eyes are destined,
light in the air can tempt my destin,
and holy breath calls my ardor to hold me tight.
i am not dead
right now, walking through death
doesn't make me dead.
i am running wild in the city of the dead,
so is my mind, so are my woods
prey to the nightingale and parrot,
dervish in the rich garden of love.
i am not dead, sister.
My lord! blow off your sway,
heal my absent wounds, present by the Nile banks,
relieve my hunger for river gales,
and mountains calm.
i am not dead.
i am a spirit lingering before death,
dancing through ancient aeon life and afterlife,
in the human savannah, and animal mystic land.
i am not dead.
i am a light memory, very olden,
crossing anthill Qaf,
being excessive in love,
ishq with the wind, sema of the heart,
tajalli of the mind.
i am not dead. ( Tajalli (my own poem)
A flower dressed in black enters onto the stage dancing on "My Soul " (روحي يا روح) by Tareq AlNasser.
روحي يا روح ... صار فينا نروح
و أبوس الروح ... حلاة الروح
وحي يا روح ... صار فينا نروح و أبوس الروح ... حلاة الروح أدخل سماك و أحس دفاك تعرف يا روح ... الله هداك ... و سماك الروح
نتلاقى بحلم ... ما فيه هم و أحكيلك عن ... يا روح الروح ... حلوّك يا روح روحي يا روح ... صار فينا نروح
و أبوس الروح ... حماك الروح
هاي قصة روح... تحكي عن روح ...راحت يا روح
All of a sudden, the three flowers fell down the river. As they join the Lily in the bottoms of the river, their singing echo could still be heard.
روحي يا روح ... صار فينا نروح و أبوس الروح ... حلاة الروح
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