Marwan - Compañeras Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Companions

The best thing a man can do when he sees a woman kissing his son, when he sees a woman break winter´s teeth and break her back for others, is to give way. To look on intently. To stand up. Escandar said that wherever he looked, he could only see women fighting. Women bearing the load, opening, healing. Mothers who have their souls crushed bending down to remove the stones in your path, so I won´t trip over them.
 
You´ll always see them ready. She-wolves that milk and tend to their cubs, that tend to everything, mothers with open arms, open hearts, open souls. They are perfect by the mere fact of existing, of having been born, of returning that present for giving birth to another life. You should clap when you see them pass by, cleaning the world with their sons, with February on their backs, taking care of he house, of production, of life. They are everywhere, blazing a path, bringing you light, wiping the ghosts from your brow.
 
Women whose elbows get nailed so they won´t climb the social ladder fixed in place by men, because they owe themselves to the house. A world of men, women held back, patriarchal world, sick world, women cast out, women without a garden of Eden. Just loving, seeing the uneven distribution of power and keeping on loving. Women who love, gendered division of jobs, women who love, obstacles to advancement, unpaid jobs (to want and to shut up), women who love, competent but not outstanding, patriarchal world, sick world, sick world, sick world.
 
Poster woman for your enjoyment, for you to look upon, objectified women. Bombarded women: the tyranny of cosmetics, complex upon complex, sale upon sale.
 
Women we force to be mothers, lovers, flowerpots, ribs, Cinderella, cooks, whores, educators, Adam´s rib, doormat, 24/7, always perfect, rib and culprit, original sin, always ready the way I like them, the way men like them, always at hand. And not only rib, not only Mary Madeleine, and not only brothel, also burkha, Mad Juana, genital mutilation too, Joan of Arc, arranged marriages, Penelope too, Cassandra, also Pandora, also the guilt, not only the rib.
 
Domestic violence, with or without blows, justifications, customs, excuses, accepted societal norms, accpeted by everyone because we are not brave enough to restart to world, with them on the wheel, with us on the wheel, with everyone on the wheel, courts of law that forgive.
 
If you don´t see them, you are an idiot. They are fighting, breaking their bones for everyone. Many say it, that if they ruled the world, there would be no wars. None will push others to kill the son that other mother bore in her womb because only them know the endless pain of losing your offspring.They would never take the miracle of being a mother away from someone. Never. They would never.
 
I only want them to rest, for us to let them rest, that this century will, little by little, return them all they lost, their timetables, that they stop cleaning up our path, of solving our crosswords, they have enough with theirs, with their ghosts, let them forget mine, yours.
 
Frida´s mirror, Szymborska´s mirror, Rosa Parks mirror, the mothers of Plaza de Mazo, Mafalda, Femen, Simone de Beauvoir, women fighting against history, Mother Theresa´s hands, Indira Ghandi, Victoria Kent and his gaze on the prisoner. The example set, the marked path.
 
Mothers, women, sisters, partners, companions, eternal, companions, miracle, companions, without owners, companions, always, companions.
 


Још текстова песама из овог уметника: Marwan

Сви текстови песама на овој веб локацији су само за личну и образовну употребу.

Сви текстови песама су власништво и ауторска права њихових власника или власника.