Lost in the deepest way possible,
resigned, I heard a voice once inaudible:
A gentle and soft oracle took me by the hand,
it was heaven at first sight.
I was picking up the pieces;
the pieces of a broken me,
the parts of a forgotten being.
I started from the primordial pain
where scars and glories used to come together,
because they all succeed in a flow of answers
Then, I ran into love and hate, my unstable bridges,
feelings I tried to abort from the very beginning –
These are privileges unavailable for all the creatures.
And finally, finally there was him,
my only sin, my only wish.
I ran to him, but he turn his back
so I called for him, but his ears were closed:
I prayed his respect, but he found sweetest words
And a more hospitable home.
But what would it be to have an Eve without Adam?
What is it like to have a paradise not meant for me?
All that remains is the sinner without the sin,
a gun without the kill:
An Eve without a him.