ci sentiamo come internati
aspettando alba e tramonto
soli ed abbandonati
guardando di fronte solo il vuoto
per poi rinascere rigenerati
e riuscire a sorridere di nuovo
and consistent with your thoughts
when you’ve lived all your life surrounded by hypocrisy
then people don’t recognize you they’d melt you if they could
continuing their lives ignoring any change
walking blinds talking empty
overtaken by their feelings
imperturbably inundate other people’ space
like they got all the rights
‘cos that’s the way things used to be
i am now in despair
feel punche in my stomach
of my strenght of my pride
i feel i lost a war
the enemy doesn’t even know
the enemy is there
maybe waiting to counter-attack
but i am lost here
no more words, no more tears
if only i could hug
this little heart i am nurturing inside
no way back and no way on
if only my enemy
could wake up tomorrow
and laugh smile change restart
everything would vanish
the world would keep rolling
my baby would keep growing
The 10th Full Moon after Queen finally found and rejoined with her very much sought after, dreamt of, cherished Nomad, the Universe kindly smiled at the two cheerful lovers deciding to award them with the most precious gift in Its entire domain, the Miracle of Life.
Despite the initial surprise and disbelief, this Beautiful Story was clearly inscribed in the entire surrounding environment, and openly manifest during moments of Cosmic Connection that Queen and Nomad abundantly experienced since the onset of their present physical encountering.
It was during moments of elation that Queen intuited a simple fundamental Truth, that Magic exists, and that’s Nature itself, manifesting in the dynamic Interconnected Cyclical Existence of every being. Yet she would often quickly forget about it, absorbed like any other 1000s individuals into a urban life which makes this very basic reality seem either fool or an entertaining, distracting Myth, to the point of persuading and forcing people to go back to a world of physical and virtual Disconnected Networks, where both men and women and even children mechanically adapt to and power Plastic Lives like batteries to mobile phones.
Now Magic has tangibly shown and touched Queen’s heart first then rapidly flooding towards the rest of her body transforming it into a unique Laboratory where finally and only Science and Religion converge and fuse, overcoming their eternal dichotomy.
And it’s not mystical, it’s not mystery, it’s the Quintessential Reminder that what we see out-there, what we struggle to explain with our erroneously deployed rational capabilities, all that we incessantly construct with our feeble bodies and try to fix into shallow permanent involucres, this very chaotic stinking pale unstable society, which multiplies itself by sucking humans’ lymph and cutting their natural root, can only offer unhappiness, a feeling of rush and pointlessness and a constant fear of termination, derived by its manifest decaying character.
There is a New Life now evolving quickly within Queen, unfolding an extraordinary Tale of Eternal Love to anyone awake and sensitive enough to read and believe in it, abandoning deeply rooted preconceptions and culturally transfused deceptions.