It's the time
to clean the thoughts,
fears and beliefs from those who gave you birth
that are living deep inside of us.
It's the time
to rub the brush in the rage
of the psychological and physical violences
Which have marked your skin (my skin)
Val, how many deceptions in front of
such maternal sanctified love that you've never known? (nor me)
How many defenselessness in the face of a hangman
dressed as a saint? How to ask for help? Who would believe?
How many wars alone you have to defy unprepared in front a harnessed army?
How many aches craved in the deepest layers of your being?
How many ill beliefs registered in your subconscious?
How many downfalls?
How many time immersed in a dread full steep?
How many nails in your body?
How many impotency?
How many violins have cryed deep down in the gut.
Now, it's a new time
time to reconstruct your being
to give the right values to the right things
time to listen your most true desires
time to break ancient mechanisms
And why not? to choose new friends, a new lover...
If you stop
You will notice that the external war has finished
but as the wounds were deep and the aches are alive
You think that you are still in the combat,
But you are not anymore there!
Give the time for the wounds to heel.
Vomit! Vomit!
All the things deteriorate things they made you eat
Vomit! Vomit!
Push! Push!
All the rotten root which has defined your growth
Push! Push!
When we change, there is much disorder, confusion and the future seems…
and it is dim and you don't know exactly where you have to go,
And we have fear and we resist…
But, keep walking safely with firmness, keep going, we are the A-team, aren't we?
A glimmer of light will appear and you will see born a wondrously dawn being, you told me that, and it was true!
Now, it's the time to breathe
Who are you?
What are your future dreams?
Are your objectives clear?
Which are your true talents?
Do you like meat or rice?
Now, it's your new era
It's the time
to re-born
to be free
to know that you deserve the better.
Now, it's the time
to discover that you are a good girl,
to learn that your feelings and impressions were right,
that you think right
to have your life that has always been yours.
Give the time to this time...days
Talk to your threes, they know more than I do
Give time to this time...years
fell yourself and you will know better than I would
One day you took my life in your arms
and now you are in an ocean turbulences
and what can I do for you?
NOTHING!
Nothing...only to write these simples words.
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