“A witch like the others” - Original by Anne Sylvestre - Cover by Laetitia Isambert / Nathalie Doummar / Yves Morin
Those days, many crimes against women are committed in the country I live in, so here I am, listening to sad songs wishing the world could be a better place for everyone.
Translation below ( thanks @liv-hunter for your help )
Would you please
Be like the duvet
Be like the the goose feather of the pillows we had before
I would like not to bear any burden
Would you please make yourself lighter
I cannot move any more
I carried you alive
I carried you as a child
God how heavy you were
Weighting your pounds of love
I carried you still
At the hour of your death
I carried you flowers
Shattered my heart for you
When you played war games, I kept our home
My prayers wore out the bars of your prisons
When you died under the bombs, I howled, looking for you,
I'm as a grave, misery inside
It's only me
She or I
She who talks
or keeps quiet
She who cries
or is merry
Joan of Arc
Or Margot
Daughter of tides
or stream
It is my heart
It is theirs
The sister
the stranger
She who
never came
She who
came too late
Daughter of dream
or odds
And she's my mother
she's yours
A witch
Like the others
You have to be
The rivulet
Like the calm water of the lake
That reflects and waits
Would you please
Look at me for I'm real
I beg you
Don't invent me
You did that too much already
You loved me as a servant
Wanted me ignorant
If I were strong you would fight me
Weak you despised me
You loved me as a whore
Dressed me in satin
You turned me into a sculpture
And I always stood quiet
When I aged and turned ugly
You threw me to the waste
You refused to help
When I was no more of use
When I was beautiful and obedient
You worshiped me on your knees
I'm as a church
All shame beneath
It's only me
She or I
She who loves
or does not love
She who rules
or who struggles
It's Joséphine
Or La Dupont
Daughter of nacre
or of cotton
It's my heart
or theirs
She who waits
on the harbor
She of the monument
to the dead
The one that dance
and therefore dies
Daughter of asphalt
Daughter of flower
And she's my mother
she's yours
A witch
Like the others
Would you please
Be as I have
dreamt you for so long
Free and as strong as the wind
Free too
Look at me as I am
Learn me, don't be afraid
I know you by heart already
I was the one that waited
But I can lead forward
I was the log and the flame
The blaze too, I can
I was the Goddess Mother
But I was just dust
I was the ground under your feet
And I had no idea
But one day the earth rips apart
And the volcano can't stand it any more,
The ground splits
All discover unknown treasures
The sea too gets rough
With unused violence
I'm a wave coming
You won't be drowned
It's just me
She or I
The ancestor
or the child
She that gave away
or kept fighting
It's Gabrielle
It is Eva
Daughter of love
or of war
It is my heart
or theirs
She in her spring
She no one is waiting for
the ugly
the beauty
daughter of haze
or clear sky
And she's my mother
she's yours
A witch
Like the others
Would you please
Would you please
Make yourself lighter
I cannot move any longer
Finely detailed engraved 17th century portrait of the Duke of Parma
Printed in 1601 in De vocis auditusque organis historia anatomica singulari fide methodo ac industria concinnata tractatibus duobus explicata ac variis iconibus aere excusis illustrata.
The first book ever published on the comparative anatomy of the ear and throat
One day, after years of practice, I will turn into a Boredom Elemental. I will swallow your hobbies, your joy, and turn all of you into puddles of meh.
Humming Birds
described and illustrated with an introductory sketch of their Structure, Plumage, Haunts, Habits, etc.
H G Adams
London Groombridge and Sons 1862
One day, after years of practice, I will turn into a Boredom Elemental. I will swallow your hobbies, your joy, and turn all of you into puddles of meh.
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