Don't Trust in Siren's Songs

Looks like reading The Odyssey hasn’t teach me a thing. Well maybe it did, but after five years probably I have forget it. And I’m not talking about any literary or moral knowledge, that surely it could teach, but about the most important life lesson that lays in its pages; don’t trust in siren’s songs.

It’s such a good lesson, and I should know it (come on, I love mythology, I must knew it). But no, I completely forget that their songs work not different than the attractive colours of a carnivorous plant, or than the luminous esca of an anglerfish. So, just like a innocent bug or as a goofy deep-sea fish, I was attracted by the sweet melody of Habanera (I blame you Bizet) just as a little Hamalin’s mouse, I was mesmerized by the notes, and felt into the deep of her eyes.