I can no longer breathe. My chest struggles to break the cage of anguish that has imprisoned me for too long. I fight against a system that wants us defeated, subjugated, and broken.
I measure life by my falls, marking a notch for the deepest bruises. But who can assure me, Mama, that I will still have the strength to rise again?
Menamò, my child, not everything can always go wrong.
Yes, Mama, but what an effort... Look into my eyes. Every blink is a glimpse onto the stage of my solitude, and this inconsistency, threatening and defiant, surrounds me until I lose all sense.
Menamò, my child, always stay true to yourself and you will see that you’ll find the way forward.
Mama, why so much cruelty? It settles, it seeps into the skin, and with a thousand roots pierces my flesh and contaminates me. Ineluctably. I fear being spoiled pulp sealed in a glass jar, from which I can see myself, I can smell myself, yet I don’t know how to select and preserve what goodness remains.
Menamò, my child, don’t turn it into poison. Embrace surrender without giving up. Let go. Let the wind blow free, let it swell your hair and your thoughts. Resist, without resistance… and finally be REBORN.
I can no longer breathe. My chest struggles to break the cage of anguish that has imprisoned me for too long. I fight against a system that wants us defeated, subjugated, and broken.
I measure life by my falls, marking a notch for the deepest bruises. But who can assure me, Mama, that I will still have the strength to rise again?
Menamò, my child, not everything can always go wrong.
Yes, Mama, but what an effort... Look into my eyes. Every blink is a glimpse onto the stage of my solitude, and this inconsistency, threatening and defiant, surrounds me until I lose all sense.
Menamò, my child, always stay true to yourself and you will see that you’ll find the way forward.
Mama, why so much cruelty? It settles, it seeps into the skin, and with a thousand roots pierces my flesh and contaminates me. Ineluctably. I fear being spoiled pulp sealed in a glass jar, from which I can see myself, I can smell myself, yet I don’t know how to select and preserve what goodness remains.
Menamò, my child, don’t turn it into poison. Embrace surrender without giving up. Let go. Let the wind blow free, let it swell your hair and your thoughts. Resist, without resistance… and finally be REBORN.