THE BITTER TEARS OF GERTRUDE
The course of life isn't conducted by love.
From this point of view, I surely had lost my mind.
It was many a year ago, in the kingdom of Danemark that a woman once lived, who was named Ophelia. Her beauty was above any other, I cherished her for her cheeks blushed delightfully crimson.
She was my North, my South, my East and West but for her I wasn't more than an old woman besides the mother of her beloved.
For her sake I commited the worst deeds.. Yes I sinned.
At this time I was married to the murderer of my former husband with whom I had given birth to Ophelia's darling.
Thus Hamlet passed to me from the rank of very dear son to the position of rival.
Such as Jocaste captivated by Oedipus, Ophelia was my heartkeeper and I forgot Claudius as Jocaste had forgotten Laïos. He was nothing more than an obstacle to my growing passion and this very passion made me kill him.
I didn't stop after this first misdeed. Obviously I was blinded by desire.
Ophelia's fondness and caresses for Hamlet drived me out of my mind.
After having decided to keep the throne for myself, I once found in a remote room of my castle the lovers clasped in an embrace. Raving at the sight of it, I saw my hand taking my ennemy's dagger, which was lying on the floor, and piercing his stomach. It's Ophelia who howled with pain.
Burning with desire for the trembling creature, I threw myself upon her in order to give her a kiss.
She did not let me touch her and ran away from me through the castle's dedalus to the park
I did not succeed in recapturing her, I saw her plunging into the water of our pond.
Later, when I saw her naked body breaking surface, I felt bitter tears running down my cheeks.