Sarastro

The monologue

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The moonlight drips silver ink

And I seek you on all the walls

 

The moonlight builds illuminated theaters

And I seek you in all theaters

 

The moonlight stages solitary monologues

And I seek you in all solitudes

 

Throughout the stage the moonlight lights up reflectors

White silvery and cold

 

On all the chairs the moonlight positions the program of the show

And the chandeliers overflow the milk of paradise

 

The moonlight fills the voids

And I seek you in all absences

 

I seek you.

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