In a sleep haunted by thoughts and torn apart by the overwhelming sense,
raving ramblings.
- "I hear something that oppresses me,
something to change
and does not want change. "
-" I feel the tightening and bleeding heart. "
-" I'm dead or alive ?
Maybe I just have to be reborn. "
Now I wake up.
My body is riconcretizzato:
women are already .
No tender little body and innocent
within this space ....
but feminine features.
are protected by maternal placenta
gives me sustenance
in this temporary life gloomy and dark.
I try to move,
but I have little room for freedom of movement.
poaching .... I'm afraid of drowning, but there of fear:
here in my area the water seems to be
my natural habitat.
- "I'm dead or alive?
Maybe I just have to be reborn."
- "But it always dies and is reborn
and every time?"
- "Who is giving me forcibly
this second chance to live again?
It 's my strength? It' s my hatred?
It 's my resignation?
It 's my determination to change that something?
It 's my will to live? "
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