Some bits of the text (2014):
You were born, played, doubted. And behind your back they pulled out your skin and dressed you up with fear. They throw you into a spiral of prejudices and rules: what to wear, how to behave, to buy, where, when…
Wrapped in the scar of your body…
Did you ever ask yourself if there was space to draw your own path?
Look at the trail you leave behind. It is the Vestige of the chains that represent the oppression you never dare to question because of your stupid need for acceptance.
They baptise you without your consent, preaching ephemeral fairytales where nudity, sex and pleasure were condemn.
the grey of the sky, has enough sadness and desperation. Give me color in your way of thinking, imagination. Make me laugh, please.
We call this emotional death:
-a kind of death that happens before the physical death
-a kind of death caused by a cancerous fear, fear of pain, and failure.
I didn´t know I was dead.
I walked empty, without risking, without communicating, unable to enjoy the gift of trust.