Opera Ix

The rooms are crowded the dances begin in the euphory of the
Party, the orgy frenetically takes place but the last room, the
Black one, is lonely.
Solitary presence... an ebony clock... the mute echo of the pauses
After every lugubrious stroke.
The black walls eclipse the room, the band interrupts an euphoric
Melody, wide open eyes under the mask are seeking after a veil of
Certitude, terro and uneasiness in the hearts, the strokes stop,
The music plays again the dances get livelier, a playful shouting
Spreads somebody has forgotten, to someone else if's only a fain
Memory, time goes cruelly by.
The pendulum-clock strucks midnight, the pauses are painfullly