Let's read something new.
Let's hear some love
in this sad histories
that bomb us,
everywhere.
A screen is watching.
Babylon is dancing;
the newspapers,
teaching her movement
that we now so well...
The same words we borrow
to think,
to express.
Let's hear some about people
who don't die
because of the money,
because of the war.
Let's talk about thinks
that exist before.
People...
people...
Who fight with themselves,
who try to learn
how to love,
how to share.
Instead of sell.
Them belly full, but we're hungry...
because of this
I trusted you,
Babylon.
I trusted money can buy ALL!
And work, and work, and work...
no time to listen oneselve soul.
The old ones teach me
to count with you
to help you
to become a better true.
And you know what..?
I grow with your bite
in the naked skin of everyone:
your money,
your scienceligion,
your cold burocracy,
your permission
instead of myself.
No time for stupid, childhood needs!
Suffering,
walking,
smiling,
I'm forgeting what I learn:
wounds...
shame...
fear of imperfection
fear of repudiation,
that kills me,
daily, from the deep.
Voices I heard, or maybe I create.
It doesn't mind.
I know it's ME who maintain it,
and also who WILL remain,
after all.
This flood is for a reason.
My pain is still the same.
Trying to find my place.
Sometimes insane,
sometimes emotional,
and beautiful.
I am afraid
of lost me if I forget
what feed me
from my cradle.
I want security and eternity...
and I deserve the same as the others.
I thought I would have the whole world in my hands
with a clap...
and, BOMB!
Cris, wake up.
Life is life
and gold, is gold.
And no every spark
mean the same.
You cannot avoid
the fake:
you choose your river.
between what they call health,
and sickness.
Someone teach me to discriminate,
to expulse instead of understand.
To feel superiority
because of my face,
because of a false race!
Unconcious prejudgments,
explained as fairytales.
Who teach me to freeze
when I feel loneliness?
To sell me for a bit of warm.
Who teach me I should lose me
and live in the same grave
as anothers chose?
Help..
help...
from the deep.
Help.
Can someone understeand me?
My arrogancy, my blocks...
my no-voice, and my masks...
Can anybody show me
how to share with love?
I lost many classes...
White, yellow, red or black...
it doesn't mind.
Close your eyes
and understeand
each one of them
has their own gifts,
fears,
and weakness.
I have a lot to give...
You have a lot to give...
please,
please...
DON'T GIVE IT UP!
DON'T GIVE IT UP!