I've spent my youth lost,
Trying to understand

Between wounds, shouts and some losses

My mother died

Two years after my dad
I was eleven and was cursing at God


She felt as dirty as him and sought
The same ending trying to escape


(Now I remember my father singing)

"To hold my son

In arms that can reveal
A love I've never felt
To really want to be

Someone who
Can face life with clean hands
With my head held upward"


...I can't forget


I see
Someone trying to corrupt
A perfect clean girl


I see
Someone trying to seek a truth

That will bring some peace within his heart

My own gift, my own curse

I will not repeat their faults
Feelings of a sore that can't be healed
Is this my cross?

My own gift, my own curse
This is what will keep me alive
Oh, but I have to learn

How to use it well
To my favor and survival


"Hey you, boy!
You must respect me, but don't fear me
Accept your burden and don't ignore it

This can be a godsend or a damn
Choose the roads you'll follow
And be prepared for many events to come

You're not an ordinary child anymore
You are the Envision!"


My youth was dissolved by time
I don't have roots anywhere
I just follow the signs


I'm so far from being a hero
I just try to help some people

Sometimes

This burden weighs a lot

It hurts my soul and body
So many scars


I was helped by
A woman who
Was a kind of friend

Like a big sister

She was so firm

In her own truth
That I could learn
A little about the trance of life


After years, I could not refrain
The love sprouted

A platonic way to feel
I've never said anything
Cause she had a family
But I never stopped
Admiring her


My own gift, my own curse
That was what kept me alive
Feelings of a sore that now is healed
I forgive him

My own gift, my own curse
I was born to show life lessons
I'm still dreaming about
The others' truth
This is who I am


A mother dying, an abusive man
Her son is trying to save her life
The darkness, the inhumanity
We'll keep trying to make things right again


Loud sounds filling all the scenes
Different acts with the same prelude
A short stream leading to a big ocean
I am sailing, but now I'm learning to row