another Azkaban prisoner
English version:
I wait to free myself, I wait for the right moment to merge with myself,
with whom I cannot resist.
I resist under pressure, I resist to comply ...
don't you feel that your skin hurts from so much resistance?
Prey to that pain I prepare to say goodbye to the resistance,
I weaken my mouth to smile, I calm my defiant gaze, my shield,
and I let my cheeks flood with water.
I begin to say goodbye to myself to find myself;
It doesn't hurt to be the one who resists,
it hurts to look for yourself and never meet ...
Text: Mel Iudice
Technique: Watercolor and pencil
