You're like a short breath
A stroke
Made by a sullied hand
That rocks you in secret
You feel that these gestures are stolen
That nobody would believe you
That they will say that he loved you
Your body is a lost island
The memory of childhood
Of a princess without defenses
Who surely saw too much of it
And then killed herself
Find the words which are drowned
At the bottom of your violated nights
And survive in secret
Your body is a lost island
Carried by a sea
Of salty and bitter tears
Where nothing lives,
There is no hope
Nevertheless you pray,
Renounce
That which cries from your belly
You swear to it,
You reassure,
You are alive
The woman that you would become
The path of your soul,
The road that will find your heart
And which will save the child, sister
You did not make any mistakes
You have nothing to reproach
To the little girl that you were
It will suffice
Only that you love her…
Your body is perfect
Let it love you
That's the Secret