Drawing lines

drawing lines
drawing figures in my dreams
build them without problems its not possible
build them its my pleasure
I can build my visions
details are so important
im taking a zoom very closer
Im crumbling in every bone
but, my soul is excited impossible turn off this feeling
build this, is a world made of traces and colors.

Second Class People

Ana was defined by her apearance
in a way a woman is defined by the image she sell the world,
selling herself all of the rest of women,
all of the rest of men
by the status given by the people
in a label they stick with our price
in a place where people is all and nobody
is a heartless crowd without a face
a mouth with tons of tooth

Ana is constantly excusing herself
taking the last turn
taking less than she deserve
playing strategies,
acting roles and setting phrases in all scenarios

But the sum of all efforts is not always equal to success
nor the sum of all successes leads to happiness
and for her sucess and happiness are the same word, company.

Lack of appeal, is the diagnosed disease she has.
The kind of appeal, so surreal and mad
like an enchantment potion in a way of magic
that others can display easily
like a password code onto peoples minds
and make them hallucinate for being around them

Yes, that kind of magic
can buy a world of followers for free
stoned-fans virtually blinded about their mistakes and imperfections..

But there are two sides on a story,
if you dont own the enchantment..
she is being condemned to the isolation and hostility
is another excluded for no reason,
invisible, discarded after
one sight or two

She is a second class people
forced to keep haunting attention,
drawing strategies, tools,
working on a second job of
having some image to improve

Only for them to know she is already there.