SONG FOR MEDEIA

Sérgio Gaiafi

I called her insane and misused my desires;

I could feel bitter in the wrath of the wolves;

Licking like pigs in the gutter of the earth vomit;
As a lilac bird I flew over the darkness;

I was Jason roaming through cold walls.
I sang the whistle of the dead sea siren;

And so he realized that he was swimming on a red side;
I called her a saint to bring forth my desires;
Blood had stained me;
It was discovered;

It was in Athens that I enjoyed my salt desires;
I wandered about the roads of Thessaly;
I tried to get to Corinth;

Yet I have made my nest;
And I drank of the fountain of life beside the creeping snakes;
Birds flying;
Over my head a crown of thorns;

I retired to Colchis and died fatigued.