So here we are to punish and avenge ourselves for disobeying, and enchanting millions of people with our eyes
Instead of being repressed down in the cellar like slaves
And now there is hunger, hunger for beauty, voracity that increases,
Voracity that wants and leads the person to no longer know whether being worthy or not, to no longer know where to hit the head
To perform senseless acts, to remain dark in a room, alone to repent of what they where, what they have become
Not to be free anymore
Why are they punishing their beauty by isolating themselves from the world?
In order not to be hungry for a senseless world, with blinders and narrow in its beauty
So is it the outside world or the inside that slices the mind like this?
It is ingratitude, it is pain, someone has betrayed, someone has deceived, has usurped power
The most faithful companion, joy has run away, hidden, so as not to see nor to know who it is.
It hides in the cellar, in the basement and holds the breath while it cries
Every now and then it looks out, looks at the world from behind the staircase, behind that block of concrete in the soul
That eye has a powerful gaze, which knocks down the walls of the house built around itself
But the mind trembles, fears and continues to pant, hidden, closed in the dark, the shoulders are against the wall and the eyes are closed, while the breath is held.
With time and progress the house has fallen, only the wall of the under stairs remains a place where to remain hidden while the world with colours approaches
From the staircase everything is grey and gloomy, if you move your eyes out, only colours
The gaze of the mind is not accustomed to the glow of freedom, and feels hurt by what it sees
It thinks being in danger, really in a tight corner.
Behind it shoulders, gold approaches, the grey world loses consistency, the ground crumbles, anxiety rises
The breath throbs
Here is the last grain, under the foot that pushes and presses to hold the earth that goes away
A scream of pain and chilling fear pierces the air
The shattered face of a stiff mask crumbles in the air
Now you are abundance,
The old world has collapsed
You sit there in the colourful world and smile surrounded, embraced and kissed by love, by the colours of life, you rejoice and enjoy it