Two women and Me...

From the highest point of my house

with my black dress

all my black  hairs in order 

my judgemental mind always working 

without a smile 

without a heart 

I see those two silly girls 

One, Vikina, in love with anything that goes by 

any stupid word that reaches her ears 

is the younger one 

her red hair to the air 

her shoulders kissed by the sun

always with a hope on her heart 

and a tear ready to come out

On the other side 

another woman, Piedelmundo

always smiling 

enjoying life.

unable to trust anybody 

her brown-reddish hair in a pony tail 

moving around

and her dress style 

those thight jeans and a sweter

on her lips a smile 

on her mind a song to dance 

I see them, 

judge them 

and have to hear them every night. 

the silly in love 

telling stories about her love 

who he is 

if she saw him 

if he finally showed up 

and if not 

crying 

crying her words by the window 

dreaming and asking to the destiny 

for the time when she will finally have her love. 

then the logical 

laughing at her, 

hear the stories bored, 

asking when she is going to grow up 

when she is going to stop trusting lies

blame her and listening the names 

smile and share her own stories with the same names

And me... that judgemental mind listening to them 

quiet...

trying to forget every word 

every name 

every wound 

Me... who at the end of the conversation look at the mirror 

and there is Vikina with her tears 

and hopes 

There is Piedelmundo, with her wounds 

unable to trust a word 

and my judgemental mind 

all three in a woman

unable to be one 

unable to make the silly girl grow up

and stop trusting love 

unable to trust a word 

unable to stop  judging myself 

for every move out of my own morality 

Viviow

One woman with wounds 

smiling to hide a tear 

learning how to deal with her own loneliness 

to stop wishig and dreaming

to stop judging me...

Piedelmundo...