What have we done?

Something happened that we are not free to undo. Will it always be that dark now, even during the day?

Wait, let me say farewell to this unstained lightness which was once mine. Let me say farewell to my youth. There are evenings, evenings from

Corinthe and Athens, full of ??? and smells which will never belong to me anymore. Mornings full of hope too. So, farewell, farewell, farewell.

Listen! . . . Listen, the sound of their wings. They are surrounding us Oreste. They are the Furies, the Godesses of Remorse.

Come! Take me to Apollo's sanctuary; we'll spend the night there, sheltered from men and Furies.