Sweet Anna's Allegory

The smoke is in the air;

The shadows, on the floor

And though the walls seem to be fair,

Beyond the door there's always more.

You go inside with certain fright,

With insecure steps and shivering hands...

But look, dear Anna: there is the light;

Be quiet now, just wait and stand.

It is no time to be afraid.

There's nothing you haven't seen before.

Step by step you must be brave...

Now tell me: what are you waiting for?

Dear Anna, girl who dreams the sweetness

Of the dreaming world;

Girl who seeks the kindness

Of the written word.

There's an old man at the bottom of the room:

Brownish suit and black swede belt.

And then you know he's in the agony of his doom;

Brownish thoughts where dead now melts.

Your lips are thirsty,

Your hands are dry,

And his lascivious look

Makes your senses go blind.

Dear Anna, do not fall into the eyes of despair;

The man is old, but he's not wise.

I know sometimes life's not fair,

But just this time, it's him who dies.

The smoke is leaving.

The room fills with light.

The miracle is happening:

You've won the fight.

Dear Anna, do not cry.

The old man is now gone,

But keep that image in you mind

For many others once will come.

Let your dreams be your weapon,

Let your thoughts be your guide

It is the allegory your saviour

And your best friend: your faithful mind.