Phineas

On islands beautiful in the azure blue, boundless live outgoing kings (with no kingdom here). Oh, my poor Phineas ! Madman! Why did you let out the secret of the gods? Are you passing now your uneven tongue on the sweat skin? Aren’t you breathing the stench? Bless! That’s a mercy! The harpies – the pure prize of the God. And the entire blindness. Blissful are the starving in their bodies – do not call the wings of the wind. Do not curse the messenger silverbowed – he’s only an arm (with no pitty). Accurate. Stow it! Stow it! Stow it! Let everyone find Golden fleece, find the devine Medeas, Kadam teeth out of his throat by himself to pull out … Then forever you’ll be dead. ***** In Greek mythology, Phineas (also spelled Phineus, F??e?? ) was a Phoenician King of Thrace. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phineas