“Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime;
Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!”
(If you love me not, then I love you;
If I love you, you’d best beware!)
– Habanera or L’amour est un oiseau rebelle from the opera “Carmen” by Georges Bizet
Beware the wiles of the Satanic Witch.
When she sets her sights, there is no obstacle in this life or the next that will keep her from possessing that which she desires.
No horses numbered and length of chain. Not ice cold peaks nor wild fires.
By trick or by deed, by spell or seduction, potions brewed and hexes cast to reach her goals.
Your well crafted galleons mere tissue paper to wash upon her glittering shoals
Her form can be as ethereal as midnight fog. The moon’s umbra her cloak on starless night.
If she so desires, the world is her stage. The very sun itself, her spotlight.
Trust not your eyes, your heart, or brain. Do not turn your back, yet take care to hide your face.
Formless as the wind, as powerful as the sea, vast as endless space.
She is at once, Calypso and the Chimera. The Aphrodite and the Artemis. The courtesan, the queen.
She is what she allows you to believe, all form and figure and something left unseen.
Beloved and beguiling, the Witch wears many faces. She is slender, strong, voluptuous, a willow, luxurious, Rubenesque.
The slavery you submit to becomes beautifully grotesque
Call her mistress, goddess, muse, fury, Valkyrie. A rose by any other name, but the thorns are just as sharp. The claws of the Satanic Witch.
Forget it for even one moment, oh my friend, and she’ll make you her bitch!
As performed by Elina Garanca and the Metropolitan Opera.