Adam And Eve 2

Song Of MM*

Should I see myself as a fallen, sinful woman?
While I have got the honor of Adam.
Should I treat my child, his child as a child of dishonor?
While I received it as a blessing instead of a misfortune.
I don’t care of the honor for an honorable woman
Though people sing and praise me
And build me a statue
If no Adam wants me
But regards, treats me
As though empty air, a stone, a piece of wood.

*Maria Magdalene of our age

Eve In Our Times

Does it make a difference
Between a promise of faithfulness
In our youth or before the altar
Or unspoken in a kiss?
For you, no difference.
You wouldn’t have broken it.
But what is your promise, your oath
Even before God to me?
Though you would always stay with me
But stop loving me.
Better free you of your vows
Yet, still love me
And sing and dream of me.
Though not forever,
Though not sanctified before God
Though others would “imprison” you
Or block your way to me.
Your ring, your promise, your vow, give it to others.
But that you’re mine, as long as you love me.


Song Of Adam In Our Age

So Eve granted me her warmth, her smile, her touch, her kiss, … and though not for as long as life, but just for a day, an hour, a minute or even a second, I would forgo all honor, renown, riches, and readily endure the greatest pains, miseries, and not, ever would regret. Is there a warmer, cosier couch than to sleep in her arms? Oh, God, am I so happy being Adam. Her treasures would otherwise have been in vain.
Her eyes are lovlier, brighter than the most precious stones.
Her whisper divine music.
When she comes I forget all
And I don’t care,
Whether tomorrow is Doomsday.