Unknowingly, I’ve drawn the landscape of womanhood

one of the most sensitive part of the human body

the gate to physical togetherness

the place through which two become one


There’s a secret kept by the shadow of the mountain

something you have never explored

something that hides even from yourself


Your body is but a metaphor of your spirit

there’s a part of yourself that you’ve never embraced

strong emotions you still try to suffocate

strong emotions you still refuse to live


Your truth won’t be truth as long as you don’t warm it up with love

your current truth is a cold, coward truth

it has nothing to do with your universal truth, with your dream

you are trapped, trapped in this lie, as long as you won’t embrace the part in yourself you reject