Queen
The matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.— "The Little Match Girl"
I cannot bear
anymore
she sitting in a chair
the person I adore
now I fear
she will soon disappear
I was crawling in her bed
I remember well
when all I wanted was
a hand to hold
like a child newborn
she was the one to know
where it was sprouting from
now standing at the door
where I runned from
welcoming everybody
she always knows
how to speak about love
And she stares at the road
greet the people she sees
waiting still
stepping back from the shit
because she is a queen
Silence is her weapon
diplomacy
for keeping it all together
struggling indeed
to keep secrets forever
Without a word
is a deep sight
an internal roar
she is feeling pain
to hear my thoughts
but not my words
and I am far away
I pray
I cry for the funeral
of my all family
we know what is going on
I dismantled a bomb
is still echoing its noise
that reminds me to be wise
I can see it in my mind
when I close my eyes
it comes back sharp and bright
so I try to go beyond
where I can hear her words
where she will soon walk
there
where I often escape
the place of infinite love
I will not disappoint you
I will always be true
beautiful and pure
I am now mature
to step in your own shoes
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