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L'elisir del Fallimento
From the Collection,
in vini scaevitas
The drove behind me
fidgets and coughs,
muttering from the darkness;
the drove before me
glares icy contempt
languishing in faulty evokation.
The burning elixir
saturates my soul,
suffusing my blood and slowing my hand.
And in some dimension
of spirit and muse,
Mozart dies again.
L’elisir del Fallimento: “The Elixir of Failure” This is a variant of Mozart’s opera, L’elisir d’amore (the Elixir of Love)
in vini scaevitas: “In wine is cruelty” A variant of the famous saying, in vini veritas: (In wine is truth)
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