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Moses’s Speech

 

First Part

 

In the meantime there arose a new king

Over Egypt that knew not Joseph. And

He said to his people: “ Behold this thing:

The people of Israel in our land

Numerous and stronger are becoming

Than we; come let wisely oppress and bend

Them  before they become also expert

To move us war and  run away through desert.

 

But it happened that the heavy jobs,

which the Egyptians  submitted the Jewish

instead of  decreasing its values,

made more mordant and more anguish

to the eyes of the same oppressors,

regardless of consequences and of costs,

Pharao made a general  edict:

“Be each male child drowned in the river of Egypt.

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Mose’s deeds 

 I

 

A tribute now I pay right away,

and it is that due to Father Moses,

when Egypt became scary and fray,

at the times of  Pharaon Ramses ,

when they increased  as it’s harder to say,

and the  Egyptians felt a risk because,

they  on arms strong in case of a war,

would have won and escaped furthermore!

 

And despite of  the very hard jobs,

which the Egyptians had obliged all of them,

instead to decrease their  own values,

became  more skill and dangerous men

at the eyes of the same oppressors;

of consequences and of costs regardless,

the Pharaon emanated this edict:

“Be every virile child of the Hebrews

[drowned in the river of Egypt.] 

 

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Descendants  of Adam and Eve 

 

Then Adam knew Eve and she conceived 

Cain. She said “Now I have got a man”. 

A second time was pregnant Eve, glad

To give Abel his birth. But while Cain 

Was  farmer,  shepherd was Abel instead!

The eldest his fruits  to  God more sane

Did give,  and Abel  best  from his flock

More pleasing God, made to  Cain a shock.

 

 

 

It goes on longing for real liberty 

which will arrive with Christ  Redemptor 

the trip of restless and strain  uncertainty 

of the unworthy human gene and traitor 

Whom will mislead wight great  iniquity, 

Off from right furrows the seeds of  honour

 Abel was murdered by his own brother 

Cain, who will be for it,  pun'shed rather.

 

It was up to Set and his discendants 

Enòs, Kenan, Iared, Matusalem 

before the ark sailed trough tempestous seas 

with Capitain Noè and best of them

Whom   God off   from big flood wanted to please

To resolve the everlasting problem 

that Evil in the mud was sinkly dead

and  for His glory God could raise instead. 

 

But  Noè’s father  has n’t to be confused 

With the homonym that ascends to Cain, 

to Whom  gave Ada, after conceveid

 Iùbal;  Zilla gives him  a son again,

Tubàlkain, father of those who’re used 

Working  iron and copper. Is not vain

To say that from Zilla each flute’s player 

Descends, as well as those who play cither!

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Realized since then Adam and Eve to stay

 naked with shame, and they wore like a shield

fig leaves to be To protected since that day

Covering their bodies  in the bloom field!

“Where are you ? Why are you walking away

From me?” asked to Adam God, who’ll wield

Forever human‘s fate. Eve confirmed

that because of the snake eaten they had!

 

 

In fact the Holy  Lord said to the snake:

“Because of  what you ‘ve done,  cursed are you;

Above wild animals, and I will make

You eating the dust for all your life through

Upon your belly, unable to shake

Your arts! Your head’ll crash you the woman to

whom  hostile I will make you and her heel

One day you’ll try to injure for such appeal! 

 

He said to the woman: “I'll multiply

your pains during your pregnanciness

and forwards your husband I'll modify

 your instinct, but you'll be dominionless

 on him!” To man God said the soil by:

any means will give you food  unless

through  sweat on your face. That will be a must

‘cause you are dust and you’ll return to dust!

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But the Creation was not yet complete

Still being missed the breath of the Animator

Who can transform into a giant a bit!

Waters from earth going up by Creator

To mist all over the ground were admit

So could mould the man God the Great Factor

and by that divine blow the man was made

but nevertheless, he still lonely stayed.

 

 

Insofar a day, while he was sleeping,

God took one of his ribs from his right side

And close up its place with flesh, according

Not to keep him alone, such a grac’ful glide

became a woman, companion cleaving:

On body and soul with man equal inside

and ‘t was a joy! But from that happiness

Adam had soon be wak’n on bitterness!

 

In truth, as I have already said,

it was the snake the deceiving actor,

who convinced Eve to be so mad

to eat the fruit that the Good Factor

had forbidden; and she convinced her lad

they would have become like a professor

of science and art of evil and good !

That fruit so became the damned food!

The story of Mr Winningoes-1

“My name is Patrick Winningoes Parnell and I was born at Wadebridge, in Cornwall, in the south-west of England, to a Catholic Irishwoman and a Protestant Englishman. My father, Lord Isaac Winningoes, whose family was among the noblest and most ancient for English lineage, was a very close adviser of the British government. My mother was named Mary Josephine Parnell.

In those times Great Britain was still a vast empire and Ireland, born earth of my mother, made integrally part of it.

After a happy infancy, I was started to the classical studies, but when I was sixteenth it happened something that changed radically the course of my life.

Without any apparent reason my father had withdrawn me from the College and the same day of my getting home, in a night of storm, I was embarked on a ship, “the Ulysses”, that anchored to Land's End, attended my arrival to set sail.

My father didn't want to give me any explanation and, despite I implored him crying, that I didn't want to depart without greeting my mother, he was inflexible. He delivered two letters to me: one for the reverend Jacob Sevear, who would have become my despotic guardian; the other for me, and I read it on tears, when my beloved coasts were already distant from sight.

 It contained, this letter, few recommendations on the principles that a good child has to observe, together to the information that my destination would have been Boston and that I had to be in charge to reverend Sevear's.

The life that attended me beyond the ocean was, my friends, a hard life indeed to be sustained. Certainly, I had all the comforts of life, but I lived in a gilded isolation, without almost any contact with the outside world. My guardian was inflexible on applying those rules that, as he underlined, had been ordered to him by my father: I could not go out, if not in his company; I didn't have to possess any sum of money, providing himself to satisfy any my desire; even the newspapers and the magazines passed for his careful censorship, before I could read them.

After some time, my captivity slightly decreased, but I still felt as a prisoner and for my mind, offended and violated, to find an outlet in the studies, in which my guardian worked out to be a wise and able preceptor, was a matter of surviving.

How many nights I dreamed to fly, like Icarus, over the Atlantic or to sail, as Ulysses,  searching for craving, new lands! How many nights I cried, thinking about my mother, to my distant born beaches ! How I felt heavy, then, my father's hand on my head and that of my sad destiny! For how much I tried on it, however, I didn't succeed on breaking those chains that tormented me. From time to time I contrived a plan to run away, but I always postponed it, hoping that the day after a letter from England would come for me, to bring me the freedom, the end of my nightmare and its mysteries.

After years of that life of segregation, finally came the very expected day: On my twenty-first birthday the reverend Sevear handed over a letter to me from my father on which he accounted to me the circumstances that were the origin of all my sufferings and that so much had to influence my life in the future. But the joy for the long, desired truth, was darkened by the sad news, in the same letter contained, that my mother, my beloved mother, had died, two years before, in the prison of Primestone.

I learnt through that letter that my mother, just a little before my departure for Boston, had been halted with the accusation of plot to overturn the institutions and the Crown, accusation much more serious, being my father a man at service of the State. She was recognized guilty, and only the interest that some friends of my father showed towards, saved her from the inglorious end that struck all the other heads of the revolt: the hanging in public square.

But she could not stand up with the imprisonment as she wrote herself in one of the few letters that she was allowed to write to me, and which the reverend Sevear had been ordered not to deliver to me before my twenty-first birthday:

“My gasp of liberty cannot hold up to the imprisonment between four suffocating walls “.

The scandal that followed the discovery of the plot to free Ireland from the oppressive English yoke, had also overwhelmed my father, who was forced by his political enemies to give the resignations. The aspect of the whole circumstance for me more spine-chilling was constituted by the fact that my father himself had discovered and denounced the secret activity of my mother, for whose he asked me to be forgiven and hoped that I would understand the involved, ethics implications.

How I hated him from that day! I cursed him, one hundred, thousand times, from that day and for the days to come! How was he been able to choose his stupid state’s reason against the love of a fragile and sweet creature as my mother? Why had he not embarked her with me to subtract her to the jailers? His king, then, was more worth than his woman on his heart?

1. to be continued...
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Beyond the Hadrian Wall

Scottish PM Nicola Sturgeon has called for a new referendum on Scotland leaving the UK. 

That's a straight consequence of  premier May triggering the article 50 of European Treaty in order to drive UK out of EU ( the so called Brexit). 

Edinborough does not want to leave Bruxelles and Scottish people want to remain in the European Union. 

As matter of fact the large majority of Scots voted for remaining in the june referendum last year. 

So London risks to pay a very high price leaving EU. 

But if Edinborough succeeds on its idea of breaking the unity with London, then we will have to say that English have succeeded where even the Roman Empire had failed: joining the Caledonian lands to the western civilised countries, while England will remain off the Hadrian Wall.

 I ask my English friends if it is worth all this.

 Please, put apart your pride and come back on your steps. 

EU needs to be changed from inside. 

We need London staying with us. We want Scotland staying within. 

Can anyone do anything to stop an odd and casual disaster like Brexit seems to be? 

Anyway, London will be in my heart for ever.

Poem of Creation

 

Chapter 6

Where we narrate the last deeds  of King David,  of Solomon and his greatness;

From the  two books of the Kings.

II

In fact the day has come right now,
10. that  David reigns since  forty years,
To put  his powerful scepter down
And ‘cause the oldness he  fears
He has to choose who’ll  wear the crown
And writes his will with ink of love and  tears
15. That Solomon must in the  throne  be sit
And Ebiatàr and  Ioàb instead be guilt.

...to be continued...

The Poem of Creation

 

Chapter 6

Where we narrate last deeds  of King David,  of Solomon and of his greatness;

From the  two books of the Kings and the two books of the Chronicles.

I

Now is David king feeling so cold 

To marry with a virgin feature; 

but with her is not so strong and bold,

although she’s warm and nice by nature

5. since a man who reaches to be old, 

behaves  like a celestial creature, 

Reaching the peak of brightness, 

Fading away  ‘till  nothingness.

…to be continued…

The Last Moon- I

The Last Moon

Act Unique in six scenes in Sardinian Language

By Ignazio Salvatore Basile

Translaction in to English by the same author

Characters

Itzocar                                    Tribe’s Chief of Nure- Brother to dead king Gonario

Irìsa                                        His  Wife

Damasu                                  Son to Itzocar and  Irìsa

Gula                                        Daughter to  Itzocar and  Irìsa 

Alàshia                                   Sister to  Gonario

Aristea                                    Daughter  to  king Gonario’s  sister , Alàshia

 

Nakigia                                   Gonario ‘s Widow and sister –in-law to Itzocar

Rumisu                                   Nakigia’s Son –Throne’s pretender

Bithia                                               Nakigia’s Sister - Priestess of  Nure

Iolao                                       Bithia’s Son

Anù                                        High Priest at Nure      

                                     

Elki                                         Anù’s Son  and  Soldier’s Chief

Soldiers and People

King  Gonario                        His Phantom

THE PLOT

On the  tribe of  Nure reigns Itzocar, who rose in command twenty years before,  when  his brother Gonario, suddenly died.

In so doing Itzocar has however willfully ignored the rules regarding the succession imposed by ancient tradition , who foresaw the Regency of Gonario’s widow,  Nakigia, at least until the grown age of his son Rumisu, still a child at the time of death of the king Gonario.

Trying to legitimize and strengthen the usurped power Itzocar and authoritative Anù, Member of the Council of elders of Nure, combine a double marriage: Damasu, designed by his father Itzocar to succeed him on the throne, will marry Aristea (who is daughter to deceased King's sister, Alàshia), while Elki, son of Anù  will marry  Gula (daughter of Itzocar).

But Nakigia, widow to Gonario,  who is contrary to weddings, invited to depose the gifts on behalf of Anù, invites the nobles, priests and the people waiting for the awakening of Bithia Priestess ( mother of Iolaus), who has been doing the rite of incubation, waiting for a forseen dream,  to refuse the wedding at least until Bithia’s reveil.

Rumisu, son to deceased King Gonario and to Nakigia , aims to remove Uncle Itzocar in the command , feeling empowered.

While Nakigia exposes his call to wait, Bithia awakens and describes his dream of doom: a Sun swallowed by the Moon(Song of Bitia).

 Immediately after bursts on the scene Rumisu accusing Uncle Itzocar to have usurped the command (song of  Rumisu).

At the end of  Rumisu’s song, Damasu enters in defense of his father Itzocar.

The two men fight hand-to-hand.

The winner will be Rumisu. The loser Damasu abandons the village.

Rumisu, ripped the stick and the mantle from his uncle Itzocar, that will follow with his wife Irìsa the defeated son, sits on the throne and invites Aristea to join him at his side.

 But Iolaus and Aristea announce their love. And while the people and the guards, let the two lovers pass by, sadly Rumisu will leave the scene defeated by his own lust for power.

The ghost of King Gonario appears to underline the right rules with the song  of Akinta Kamar.

When Gonario goes out of scene, all the people will dance, celebrating the Last Moon, before the sun takes over the power for ever.

FIRST SCENE

 (the scene opens to the central square of the nuragic village of Nure. In the background,   a sacred well of nuragic period and in the distance the towers of the village; the half moon   shines in the blue sky; a mixed group  are dancing  a nuragic appropriate dance of good luck wishing at the double promise of marriage between Damasu and Aristea and between Elki and Gula.

 The choir will be singing the following air)

Come on, come on, lights from the sky

Come on, bright and pregnant

Come to the aiming water

Come on, come on, lights from the sky

Itzocar (standing up and beating the sheep’s stick for thrice, calling for silence)

-        People of  Shardana! Listen to me! I, Itzocar, King of Nure, today  I promise by the present announcement the wedding of my son  Damasu with the nice princess  Aristea ((Aristea,  will cover her face with the veil;  later on this sign, soon interpreted as shyness,  will be revealed  a gesture of refusing !)

 And when the Moon is sank  in the sacred well, nobody will be able to deny this promise  I’m doing in front of you; I call everybody as witnesses  as I confirm the promise with the gifts that my wife  Irìsa will pose hereafter in the well;

Irìsa (she stands solemnly up and goes to put the presents by the sacred well; then one ancill will give her a veil whom with she will tie one the couples)

-         You will be tied together for all your life, in luckiness and sadness! For ever and ever!

Anù (leaving the priest’s assembly will repeat the same Itzocar’s words, inviting Nakigia, being him a widower, to deal the bribes)

-         And I, Anù, Mayor between the Mayors of  Nure, announcing and  pronouncing  the weddings of my son  Elki with the beloved king’s Itzocar daughter , the nice Gula(he will stare at  Gula  who according to tradition will hide her own face with the veil) and because I’m a widower it’s up to the first Priestess Nakigia to present the gifts in front of the people!

Nakigia ( she will solemnly occupy the center stage, which will be promptly released,   but without taking any the gifts of  Anù and leaving drop off the veil brought to her for tieing the other couple ).

         - Is not that the way we used to present our weddings in the sacred well of Garlo in this country! Not even for the ancient habits  and not really while our priestess  Bithia   is still consulting our Gods! (everybody will turn towards the sacred tub of prediction where Bithia is staying, while the heads and the priests shall lift buzz of discontent and protests; but the protest stops while leaping from  the sacred cavern from which Bithia, cataplexy, comes, sustained  by the vestals to occupy the center stage  and  begins to sing)