PROLOGUE
Vittoria( 1870-)
"This is a letter to anyone who would, one second, care. I am Vittoria. I am-
Locked. Hidden.
Bruised. Pained.
Ignored. Uncared.
Undressed. f****d.
Hated. Cursed.
Isolated. Lone. Why?
And this is written with my finger's blood. Excruciating as it is, I'm damn immuned to it."
Binasa ko ang aking dugong-sulat sa sa baba sa gilid lamang ng aking kama. Natuyo na ang dugo, kakulay na ito ng dilim sa silid na ito kung kayat hindi ito kapuna-puna.
Gabi na naman. Muli'y ididiin sa aking katawan ang buhay na itong walang halaga sa bawat kalapastanganan.
(A Poem: Siextus and Hyacinthus)
‘Heart against blood’
Burning desires on their luscious insides
A sensual pleasure that induce a lustful cry
Shameful disgrace, people gossip and fuss
True love they defend, in front of the people, they chant in hush
Amidst the scornful disgusted eyes, they shy
Worry not, world may talk, little we’ll never pry
Unforgivable, implausible curse they cuss
But the two blood, it’s much more than lust
In the flicker pharos of a candle’s light, two flaming bodies collide
Lofty whispers, rhythmic screams, masked in the eerie midnight
In unison, both breathe at last
‘Our heat be bound ‘til our body vanish in dust’
For an unfilial passion, they groom and guard
Shall it flourish battling their doom and dark
Fleeting memories of the forbidden love they had
Forced may to erased on their mind
History shall dig and find
Our descendants shall be hunted and hated
For it is a curse we started.