Viva la Vida Theories

Last Carnival, the end of tonight's performance

Here am I again...

It has been long enough to experience again defeat,

For I always being the champion.

Another performance with different audience, with the same faces I do not know, another chance of mine to make them applause.

My bow then caresses the smooth e string, from roughly scratching the a string in my violin;

Finishing my movement;

with an agile pirouette

and a heavy grand jete,

I finish off my choreography with a dramatic drop.

Even if I'm dancing, nor playing my violin;

The lights glare at me,

My sleek, and dark shadows murmurs my anxiety in my performances,

But now, I can't hear them anymore

My name?

It's Adam

The same name where mankind came from, the creation of God,

As God, or maybe even Gods;

Had gifted me Pandora's Box.

My mother was delighted with my unique appearance and talents,

If I haven't mentioned earlier,

I had been also gifted enhanced sight, and hearing;

Allowing me to see creatures and even lost souls searching for justice or for their selfish vengeance; that were hiding from normal humans.

I can also sense the wind whose soul hasn't been resting yet.

I received every talent I have from my mother,

My Mother?

Her name is Maria...

...Maria Makiling