jueves, 6 de octubre de 2011

Without masks, without carnival... Sin máscaras, sin carnaval...

Without masks, without carnival ...

Without concealments,
with the value
tha ...t required to feel
need to be loved
and love with all the heart ...
for not to live Tied
to a carnival that masks
our soul,
better run the risk
of be wound,
not to be ourselves.
I choose to walk
with the exposed face,
and the spirit open,
for those who want to enter ...
I have no fear,
because more fear I would feel
to the sadness of knowing
that my life is a
dazed and cruel lie,
with the carnival music
that covers the inner voice
of my truth.
You, and you too,
cut off this carnival
of feigned appearances
where they hide
behind the masks,
purity, innocence,
frailty and greatness
of to be in our own
authenticity ...
Cut off into thousand pieces
that hypocrisy that suffocation,
worth taking the risk
of suffer,
worth it, not pretend,
for that enters, that true love,
he, who takes away the dream,
that we give and who they give us,
if we leave drop that false tunic
that sometimes imposed by society ...
Just we throw our outfits,
will arrive the noble feelings
as a reciprocal source,
where the love will grow
as the best plant that cultivates
the most beautiful sincerity ...
enough of cover up
with disguises our souls,
let us dare to receive and give
what the heart commands,
everything will be a dizzying
song of hope,
and will be reborn
from the same being,
flowing naturally
from a new dawn
to start again
to be happy and authentic ...
Without masks,
without carnival ...

Authorship:Raquel Norma Smerkin Roitman
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De: Norma B Papinutti traducción del español e imágen

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