Cliopatra dies

Cliopatra dies

What will remain of me

And why should I continue to live in the uncertainty of my happiness

Why should I breathe again when I'm sure my pleasures are over

Why should I wish to hope to wait

I've had it all and I don't want to have more

My highest satisfaction is to die

I don't die from pain I die from exhaustion of happiness, I can't take it anymore and I can't and have more.

So I think of first meeting with Mark Anthony the lighting up of his eyes at his desire and the passion, the pleasure to be desired mark Anthony and the snake getting all over my chest now I'm alone

My body is waiting but it won't have love it will have death, I've had everything, I've named the world I've had Egypt and Rome when they arrived in that grand city I thought it lacked a little sweetness a little orient or made more female and more lascivious in Rome with me the city has become Egyptian its refinement has multiplied Mark Anthony Cesare Pompeo they have been my lovers they have assumed female form they have become tender and devoted I have possessed them, I have conquered them my empire it was vaster and more extensive than the Roman Empire once it was an empire of senses and desires and now it's the end,

beyond this moment if the possible defeat of power and the certain defeat of time, no one shall see me old

No one will have to pity them or worse not try

For me I wish this would be the true end of my power when a man's gaze crossed me without penetrating me when he went past me to touch another woman when he lingered to count the signs of time accompanying the thought how beautiful this woman was. I will never want to have been I want to be in the fullness of my beauty

Of my happiness of others I wish,

I would like to hear its conception  at that moment my beauty would have ended, I am beautiful now and always there is no other time than this for my beauty and there is no other moment and no one will be able to remember Cleopatra's name unless by binding her to an unsurpassed beauty, there is no Cleopatra that was beautiful from here the lost condition can be remembered my dimension and eternity and others after me will hide they will want to leave the world outside their homes but they will have to bear me they give me the feeling of wearing time

Because even if no one will be able to see them

They will see themselves with the eyes of those who do not see them, my eyes rest on my body finding it intact I am made of stone I am painted

I am a resisting image of myself I have only one regret with giving me death with hiding myself in the dust becoming dust

I am all beautiful my breasts and my eyes my soul and my hands as my thought is my feeling, and the others will have memory of goodness that way of being of beauty, I am all beautiful while and the energy leaves me the senses vanish the poison enters me in the dengue the strength of the snake takes me away I moan. It's the last breath of my life which is expressed like a lament a long litany and what remains of my supreme beauty, what more than my flesh than my looks than my the amber of my teeth of my ears has seduced men more selfish more powerful more grumpy more unmissable the voice.

My voice has been for men like the song of the sirens my voice has been the voice of all women and so insinuated in me so lascivious so enveloping to have been my instrument of seduction, I spoke and their hearts met the heroes dissolved the warriors all persuaded and enchanted by my voice, I spoke and dominated the armies I spoke and convinced the hesitant to Leave families kingdoms to leave with me  where there can't be a half because the place  of love is inside us, when you love you have to go away you have to leave leave the past leave the present leave yourself and that I've never loved I kidnapped love with the persuasion of my words, and not for what I said and for the sound and for the music of my voice no one ever was and will be like this one and it is perhaps better if the memory of it is dispersed which can only be collected as a testimony, and I am sure that if instead of being here alone

You listened to me even without my reasons you would let me die with me as I brought you towards love so I would bring you into death.