Now
Now is the time for the cry
Now is the time for the resounding cry!
They want us silent
Submissive,
Submerged in soundless cries
Soundless, soundless...
shhss, shss
hush, hush
Who transformed us into dolls?
Who turned us into images and mannequins?
Who made us servants?
Who made us objects of desire?
Criticized,
Judged,
Ignored,
Disregarded,
and even humiliated,
Raped and murdered.
Where were the values lost?
Where is the ethics?
Where is true love?
If we have been victims of executioners
of wolves in sheep's clothing,
manipulators,
beliefs,
prejudices,
sexist systems...
Victims even of ourselves!
Now! Now that we are fed up!
Fed up with silent cries
Now is the time for the resounding cry
Now is the time for My resounding cry!
A resounding cry, like a batucada,
a feminine and feminist cry
To balance the scales
In equality and freedom
And how can I, who love the creative silence,
reach a deafening cry?
With a heart full of love
I will create this innovation
In my candor.
Woman
divine being,
Your mere presence
is a work of art
I cry for the women!
Women, cry out!
Now is the time!
For those who die
For those who will die
For those who will be born
For Mother Nature
who also dies.
In a resounding cry
in a sung cry
expressed in a pictorial cry
musical cry
Listen to my resounding cry!
Summary of millions of soundless cries!
Mine and all women's!
I cry:
Aaahhh...!
I hope it remains
turned into
a perfume of
true love.