Main:Art - Galatea II : The Design, The Research, The Result

Act 1 : The Design

Silver chisel, attack this stone, deep into the veins
Dig in here, bevel there, to get perfect shape
My body acts in harmony with this clear matter
My arm hurts, yet it works with clocklike motion

She will be my masterpiece
She will be my beloved star

Shall we face our fate a and challenge Life to make a change ?
We must stand tall for our choices, whatever they may bring
He tries hard to assuage his hunger for creation
Might Man be spoiled when flying too close to God ?

I kill myself carving her to capture her beauty
She was my dream, she becomes my aim
What if she could live ? What if she was real ?
I am afraid to think it loud, but I love her

She will be my missing half
She will be my perfect wife


Act 2 : The Research

Gods of Void, please hear me as I make my senseless wish
Gods of Void, please answer my prayer, my deepest dream
I can almost feel her in my arms, sweet, lovely and pure
I want her (I am sure), I need her (it has to be)

Am I alone ? Can't you hear me ? Will she stay cold and dead ?

Since no one can hear me I should go by myself
There must be some kind of magic, I've to find it
I was told about a place where stone turns to gold
They unveiled the secret for eternal youth

Materiality has no bounds
When you master all energies
You can make them flow through beings
Just remember : everything has a price…

Shall we face our fate and challenge Life to make a change ?
We must stand tall for our choices, whatever they might bring
He tries hard to assuage his hunger for creation
Might Man be spoiled when flying too close to God ?


Act 3 : The Result

Gathering myself, I build a bridge between me and the sky
Grab the sounding light coming from magnetic fields
My mind, as a mirror, reflects our souls in harmony
My heart gives the beat for our two lives as one

I channel external forces of the unknown galaxies
Calling powers from every constellation
I find the answer starring at a blue planet
Neptune the Frozen grants me the solution

Life transmission
She moves her hand
The stream goes on
Till my last breath

She's alive
While I die
Holy glance of Love

Life
Death
Love