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"My mind leads me to talk about forms ...

changed to new bodies. Ovid

Metamorphosis

Europe & Jupiter

Garbage!

Do you understand who I am? - No.

I'll take you, Europe.

will change your life.

Is this serious?

I kidnap you. - You saved me.

I know that man. He weeps for his daughter.

He does not know where she is.

Even if she's alive.

That man is crying because of me.

His daughter called lo.

She was from one day to another disappeared.

I am moving on.

Wait.

Help!

Away!

What are you doing here in the nude? - Nothing.

You have someone with you.

No. What gives you back in your head?

And what is that?

A heifer.

She came beside me.

Strayed from the flock, I think.

There are no herds here.

She is beautiful.

I take her.

I trust her to Argus.

If she's skittish, she will at not escape him.

Whatever you want.

That's horrible. - I had to, otherwise she had me by.

And what has become of her? Is she still a cow?

My wife gave her to Argus, a man with a hundred eyes.

I could do nothing. But I did not tell Mercury.

Who is that? - One of my sons.

The most inventive.

I asked him to kill Argus, to save Io from her curse.

Say, how did you get your instrument?

My flute?

Yes, there's a solid story.

At the foot of the icy mountain of Arcadia ...

there was between all nymphs ...

one which was more famous than any other.

Her name was Syrinx.

Many times ... she was escaping the satyrs ...

and the gods who inhabited the forest ... and the land around it.

One day ...

she was en route from Pan ... his favorite costume.

He immediately tried to seduce her ...

and Syrinx fled.

Slut.

Slut!

What should I do?

Regarding my wife?

No, with respect to those stories you.

That is yours.

You can believe me or declare me mad.

Are you afraid?

No, I'm not afraid.

Why would you not believe me? - What do I believe?

I can make you very happy.

No promises, huh.

Have you ever in school heard about Io?

In a cow changed by Jupiter?

No.

Actually, you do not know anything.

Maybe. Teaching me.

That only makes sense if you believe me.

Good. I will do my best to believe you.

Baucis Hey, where have you three surfaced?

Hey!

That's my husband.

Come, I'll make some food for you.

I'll get some more.

Is there any wine?

Do not worry. We have eaten well.

And you have nothing more to offer.

Yes, we have a goose.

Where is this all?

Bastards.

Do not worry about them.

She's too strong for you, let her.

Come on up, we eat on.

Which all of you a hundred.

Shall I help you?

No, not necessary.

I got it.

Now you have to follow us.

Your hospitality has saved.

What can I do for you?

We will soon die.

Neither of us will power only continue.

We would like to die together.

Farewell, my husband.

Farewell, my wife.

Baucis's the poplar.

Philemon and maple.

Is that you, darling?

Walk around naked again now?

Sometimes I would like to be a woman.

What are you saying?

I'm jealous of your orgasms.

Always self-righteous.

I mean it.

I see that you enjoy intense.

What a crock.

They say that a female orgasm eight times as heavy.

Do you have anything else on your mind? - No.

Stop it!

Bye.

Are they still there? - Yes. But I have to go, Doctor.

Just go. - Thank you.

Less see it.

I did not say it?

How long have you been a woman? - Seven years.

You have to resolve our dispute.

You know the pleasure of both sexes. Only you know the answer.

Those who experience the most sexual pleasure?

Without more women. - Nonsense!

I knew it.

It does not compare. As a woman ...

Speak for yourself.

Do not be angry, dear. It is a quality.

No one complains you. We have been jealous.

Who are you to such nonsense to preach?

I answered your question.

Of course not. Just shut up.

You're a man.

Men know nothing about women.

How can you speak on our behalf?

I had a female. - You're not born that way.

I am become. I was a woman I saw.

Vagina, breasts, hips. It was not just an idea.

The men who wanted me, saw me as a woman.

I know what I felt.

I do not like what you say.

Juno, no ...

He is so proud of himself. "I am a man, a woman ..."

We go. - No, we're not.

No mortal is going to tell me he knows better.

I asked him his opinion itself.

Tiresias ...

Seeing is believing.

Is not that the best way to believe? You understand?

Is not that the best way to see?

Juno, do not.

Asshole.

Sorry.

I'm really sorry, Tiresias.

What has she done? - They made you blind.

And I can not undo it. That is no god.

Listen...

I give you the gift to look into the future.

In order to compensate.

Do you like anything to you?

No, it is not. Why are you worried?

He's so beautiful that I precautions to make him.

I understand that.

He's very nice.

Can I ask you something?

Go ahead.

You can see the future. Tell me Narcissus will live happily ever after.

Tell me I need to be afraid.

Come here.

He will live happily ever after.

If he does not know himself.

Come on!

Hup, Narcissus!

What a pass!

Stay, Narcissus. - No, I'm going.

Shopping for my mother.

I'll come along. - Do not need, but keep.

I went anyway though. - I do not need you.

Echo, you too. Leave me alone.

I would still go shopping?

Mom ...

I see very well that some I find fascinating.

As if ...

As if she could love me.

If they hope to find something in my soul.

A kind of secret.

They will be freer or stronger feel to believe.

But I know that they are wrong.

I know myself.

There is no secret.

Because ...

there's nothing there.

Only me.

Jupiter!

I want to experience the love

Europe & Bacchus

This baby is Arachne.

A stupid girl which wove beautiful carpets.

She had challenged Minerva, daughter Jupiter, which is also well embroidered.

That backfired.

Well, she was turned into a spider.

And who are you?

I am Bacchus, son of Jupiter.

Also a son of Jupiter? - We are many.

Arcas, Pollux, Hercules, Perseus ...

These are only his sons mortals.

Are you a god? - Yes. I am the youngest.

I'm vreeswekkendste and the gentlest of the gods.

My mother had an affair Jupiter, but they had no luck.

She was struck by lightning.

Do not worry, he'll get you.

He gives you a Greek island where you'll be queen.

I want to be queen.

You would have to. Greece is our mother.

Where are you going? - Your stories make me mad.

I'm starting to get scared.

You do not have to be scared. - And what am I later?

A fern? A fish? A rock?

I will protect you. - The vreeswekkendste god?

I belaag only those who doubt me.

You do not doubt? - And if I have to do?

I have best reason to doubt you.

I recommend you not to.

The last girls to me doubt is not ended well.

There were three. Three sisters. Three idiots.

The sisters Minyas. Experts in unbelief.

They claimed that my mother was not loved by a god.

I was a bastard.

So I've found them.

We can thus find mortals.

we go outside?

Who are you? - Why?

Why should we? - Because you have no choice.

And I can tell you want to impose my.

I'll wait outside for you.

What is this car?

Want to ride?

Good. And you two jump back and dress you out.

Because we're going to take a dip.

You're crazy.

Ride, girls!

I will take you to a special place.

A famous spot even. The Strabo Pond. Do you know?

you know Pond Strabo? - No.

Of course not, you are so stupid as a goose.

Pond Strabo is known for its paralytic water.

You know what that means?

You are allied? - What?

I do not know, Mongolian?

Crazy? Disturbed?

No, why would you go swimming water that affects the brain?

Paralytic is an adjective ...

something that a person's physical strength attacks.

Okay?

Yes.

Then you know.

This is the story.

Because the water is not always so.

It changed after a prayer. The prayer of a young man.

His name was Hermaphroditus.

So, watch a little girl?

No, I look at the birds.

They all say that.

Can I look?

You are a pretty boy.

What do you do in such a deserted place?

I did not want to disturb you. - False but as much as you want.

Alone is just alone.

Together is much more fun ... and much more exciting.

I did not stay. - Yes, stay.

Boy, it's hot.

I suffocate from the heat. Will you swim?

But maybe the water is cold.

Then we get a red skin.

What is it? Do not you like me?

Do you have a girlfriend? Say it then.

No.

What then? I'm not pretty enough for you?

What's the problem? Are my breasts too big for you?

Or my buttocks?

Or my legs? Are they too crooked?

Nothing to say about my breasts, buttocks and legs?

Or are you too stupid?

You irritate me. I'm going.

Go swimming. I lied, the water is nice.

Beloved gods!

Cause we never parted his, he loves me and I love him!

Give me one favor.

Me, who entered as a man of the water and came out like ... whatever ...

Make everyone who swims here ...

loses its power.

That will happen, son.

And now we!

Good wetting your neck, huh.

I do not understand.

You have nothing to fear if you do not believe in us.

We could dance.

We could laugh.

To be happy.

I do not get it.

Was it so difficult to believe in me?

I know what you're thinking.

You do weird to be here.

You want to go home.

But what have you got there?

Is your life so special?

Tell. I want to know everything on people's lives.

Think about your last day there.

However it already started?

Alarm at half past seven?

You turn it off immediately in order to make the rest does not wake up.

You're a good girl.

You put in the cooking water and goes to the toilet.

Then return to your cup and tea bag.

You want quite some toast, but you're too lazy.

So you take two biscuits that makes you sick.

Bathroom. You shower not.

You stare only twenty minutes to your tronie, thinking about the dream you had.

You draw a summit, panties, socks.

Then you brush your teeth and makes you.

You take your shoes off the balcony, muses and hear what the neighbors talking.

And then you see your dad sitting in the kitchen.

With a cup of coffee, listening to the radio.

You loathes his breath.

He also ate biscuits.

How much did it whore skirt cost me?

You'd like to kill him.

But nothing was available to do that.

Well, let me introduce you to my friends the Bacchae.

Is someone there?

I heard you guys.

Pentheus, a mortal cousin. I do not like them.

It's you.

What are you doing here?

You know very well.

I'll get my mother and aunt. And the rest of your result.

Really? Want to know where they are?

Hold on, Bacchus. It is over.

They murder you. - There is no murder here.

I'm just going to talk to those poor girls who abused you.

I take them to the rubbish from the head which you have put in.

I give them back to reason. - The reason?

You forget that I unreason can make.

Who do you think you are?

you can manipulate young girls, not me.

Europe is not a Bacchante. - That does not matter.

I just want my mom take home.

Just ask if she wants.

Why? - She listens.

She listens? Where have you hidden her?

Mom?

Mom?

It is Pentheus.

Do you recognize me? Your son, Pentheus.

Shit. What is this nonsense, Bacchus?

Is that it, God? - I did not do anything.

You let them.

Maybe I'm worse than other gods.

But others believe them, Never in me.

They do not take me seriously.

I have to.

I will bring you back? - No.

You know who you're looking for?

Your brother.

He walks down the city with a view yours, and fears the worst.

Your father he may return only as he found you.

Wait!

Do you recognize her?

No sorry. Never seen.

Thank you. - You're welcome. Day.

How old is your brother?

Sixteen.

Want to talk to him?

I do not know.

Without it, he sees you, I mean.

I love you. Do not worry about me.

Europe!

Hey, there's a man!

What's the matter again happened to you, friend?

Wanted you back?

Calm down, girls. Do you hear?

Quiet.

What does he have? - He hates women since his death.

And that is why they hate him.

Where is he going?

To his disciples.

I want to go with him. - Yes, that is all.

Even the trees.

Can I come?

Do whatever you want.

I'm not your father.

I tell you the secret of secrets.

The soul comes and goes through the mouth.

Tell it on.

Europe & Orpheus

What is happening here?

Nothing. - Of course.

Eric.

Serge.

Thomas.

Marcel.

Francois.

I will speak to you in a loud voice.

And you too, unbelievers.

I will proclaim truths.

The soul is trapped in the body as in a tomb.

The soul will eternally reincarnating in the body of a human ...

or of an animal or flower.

Like you, Narcissus.

He is caught in the circle generations.

Only a virtuous and good life ... leads to a better incarnation.

Life after death ...

and after life.

Life surrounds our death.

I ask you: Do not commit murder.

Do not make blood sacrifices.

You must fast.

And do not eat what is slain.

Lead a life of asceticism, of purification.

And the circle of reincarnation will be broken.

Do not wear wool clothes anymore.

Go dressed in white.

And never enter into contact with the dead.

A soul that reaches Orphic purity, is immortal ...

and reincarnate anymore.

Of man you will matches of the gods.

Would you like to leave this place?

For safety reasons.

We respect your loss, but this is a public space.

We live here.

You do not live here!

It is useless to confront to search.

Make way, please.

You should go.

It concerns your safety.

Will you now.

Bunch of idiots!

Yesterday I told you on Ganymede.

A young man who was loved by Jupiter.

Today I tell you Atalanta ...

who would not love.

Not that she would die ...

but they would no longer be himself.

And thus...

she challenged all her worshipers from for a match.

She promised to marry with the one who outran it.

And every time she won.

Venus believed in their love.

She decided to help Hippomenes.

Venus was happy for them.

They might like them. Really.

But under the spell of his love Hippomenes forgot to thank her.

Venus felt entitled to what gratitude.

She had hated him.

She meditated revenge.

In Hippomenes and Atalanta ...

they fed a desire they could not resist.

"Orpheus, we'll give your wife Eurydice back to life.

But we do not ask to see ...

to both of the dead have left. '

It's me.

Look.

The Bacchae.

Now we have to go home.

There is no reason for it. - Dad's waiting for us.

You go if you want.

I will stay here.

Here.

Give it to Daddy.

Now go.

Go now, please.

"My mind takes me to speak committed about appearances ...

changed to new bodies.

Gods, blowing life into my work and lead my song ...

from the first origin of the world to my own time.

Ovid, Metamorphoses 1 AD.

Translation: Anonymous