On a morning like any other
you get caught
in your own net.
Close your eyes.
Feel yourself.
You are the mermaid
from your own tale.
A dancing body
with new old wings.
Free.
Live barefoot
the nights with bitter moon
and at down,
be back
proud of your presence.
It´s you,
not a dream
not a gentleman awaiting.
It´s you,
woman.
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