EN
Just like the water slides down the windows, so do the dreams in your mind.
You crack a smile
in front of the mirror
while you put red lipstick on so the people can say
that you really look like a dolly
You come to me wailing and weeping, but what’s the purpose of it all
if you’re bound to disguise
your wounds again tomorrow?
Walking through bustling, crowded streets, the playground of oppressors,
pretending to go unnoticed,
are you at peace ....... or tamed?
When you are wont to take shelter
in the outside, the idle talk and appearances, when you just utter the flattering words
that will tickle the others’ vanity,
isn’t it clear enough
that you are anything but free....?
