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Music and song composed by me about Borderline
* ´¨` * .¸¸. Cassandra's vision * ´¨` * .¸¸.
"I
don't want to open that door, I shouldn't ... but it's the wind that brings me
...
And I sing
in a low voice, Until the pain passes
and turn,
turn-round, how bad the world is "
Between
thoughts and tears, words and music
There is
Cassandra's vision
And I don't
know if he can do it, to write about you, you left quickly,
And you're
perfect in my mind
Cassandra
is locked up in that room,
He hugs
himself, tells an existence:
"Look
there, my father and his glass, look at me, the victim of drinking
purple
bruises, always alone at school, violence continues in indifference,
my mother
knew but hid everything, the mind that does not hold, and the borderline
destroys
the spark
that was in me, all those dreams of mine and that love that I will never have,
I would
like to run away but I am chained here, uncontrolled rituals, repeated gestures
and a
monster closed inside me "
In
Cassandra's vision, she no longer has bars in this room
no longer
has a body, sex, it is ageless
It's a
vision but she doesn't know it
In harmony
with creation, forget the present and the past
And the
pain comes up and will disappear, It's a vision but she doesn't know it
Cassandra
does not know, who is about to lose our reality
Worn
threads Of a fragile puppet
He hangs in
the balance, embraces a nightmare
In his
labyrinths, he never finds a way out
And pass
the margin, cross that limit
You feel a
flower that Needs no longer has
And the
wind will follow
In front of
the mirror, The long hair, Reflect flashes of a thousand crystals
You comb
them slowly ,, With infinite care, You have been waiting for your love for a
lifetime
And a
carillon that resounds far away, The brush suddenly falls from your hand
Because the
black man is here, he is already back, He breaks your dream, the charm is
broken
Cassandra
runs among the stars and tattooes them on her skin
Bruises and
scars no longer has, It's a vision but she doesn't know it
In
dimensions to explore, How birds can fly
Breathe
sun, love and freedom And no one will harm you here ...
Cassandra
stop, Cassandra help me not to regret you
Now you
can't chain me to you, to your memory that will burn forever
Cassandra
doesn't know that wings don't, she doesn't
Tragic
angel who takes flight and then
A puppet
with broken threads now
And time
stands still here, like your beat
But the
vision is mine or Cassandra's, I don't remember anymore,
This time
changes my perception of the past
Faces and
names that Time has faded by now
And I dance
to the ticking of what has been
lost souls
who are left behind
always
inside me with their story
an eternal
tattoo in my memory
"I
shouldn't open that door, I don't want to, but it's the wind that brings me.
and I sing
in a low voice until the pain passes
and round,
round-round how bad the world is ... .. "
Monica
Bergo
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