Andrea Ferreol - Despair

I don't understand.

I say alive, of course, because I was to find that Felix was morally dead.

This sweet and ancient boy that I've known all my life, this sensitive boy, this musician, the youngest musician, the youngest violinist in the whole show,

where our mother used to dance before emperors, the same boy, the same boy, was a cheat.

He was ruined, ruined. He was a cheat, a liar, a forger. He was a ********, a murderer, a poisoner, a poisoner of the woman who kept him.