scissor
When the silence prevail
The elder begins his tales again
Every ear keeps listening
As the night owl hooting away
The two black dressed women
They feel uncomfortable sitting on the chairs
They feel something trying to pull them away
As they hurriedly scribbling notes.....
“The farmer struggles to get free
He shouts at his late wife to let him go
No way you are taking me in
I want to live my life
No way honey
You have to come to me
Tonight is the opening
I can take you along
The red thread tightens on his hand
The farmer tries his best to stall his entry
He shouts in the silent night...........
Only the wind telling him sorry
Now his leg is in the banana trunk
The farmer sees the bed and beautiful lights
He feels he is losing his mind..........
Please let me go I want to live free!
The magnetic pulls begin
The tussle to get away
The red thread winds its way
Through his legs roping him in
The farmer screams in the quiet night
Amina hears the frantic call of help
She concentrates on her vision........
Finally she sees farmer struggling
She sends a white scissor through the air
Flying cutting through empty space
It lands on the red thread..........
Opening its sharp blades to cut away
No! No! You can't do it!
I want him home with me
You have no right to cut away
He is my life here and after”
“Amina in her trance
You better leave the living alone
Your world isn't here with the living
It's time you take flight
No! I want him!
He is the one for me
For years we lived
Now I am in different world
Woman you had your time
Let the living stroke the pages
They will join your world
When it is their fate.....”
The red thread pulling hard
The farmer struggles with his bearing
The banana trunk opening wider
The fire seems to blow his way
Amina concentrates on her mission
The white scissor begins to cut the red thread
The farmer stands on his ground
Pulling tight the red thread in his hand
“Come on honey
It's me in this world
Come home to me
I am right here!
You have to leave me
You aren't born to this world
Your sister shouldn't come
She makes you evil.....
No my husband
I want to live not to die
Now will you come home to me?
Look into the banana trunk......”
The farmer closes his eyes
He can't bare to see her cry
Slowly the white scissor cuts through
The red thread snaps he is free
Amina sweating on her effort
Behind the big tree she stands her ground
The soft breezes caressing her hair
“Now...go away!”
The elder begins his tales again
Every ear keeps listening
As the night owl hooting away
The two black dressed women
They feel uncomfortable sitting on the chairs
They feel something trying to pull them away
As they hurriedly scribbling notes.....
“The farmer struggles to get free
He shouts at his late wife to let him go
No way you are taking me in
I want to live my life
No way honey
You have to come to me
Tonight is the opening
I can take you along
The red thread tightens on his hand
The farmer tries his best to stall his entry
He shouts in the silent night...........
Only the wind telling him sorry
Now his leg is in the banana trunk
The farmer sees the bed and beautiful lights
He feels he is losing his mind..........
Please let me go I want to live free!
The magnetic pulls begin
The tussle to get away
The red thread winds its way
Through his legs roping him in
The farmer screams in the quiet night
Amina hears the frantic call of help
She concentrates on her vision........
Finally she sees farmer struggling
She sends a white scissor through the air
Flying cutting through empty space
It lands on the red thread..........
Opening its sharp blades to cut away
No! No! You can't do it!
I want him home with me
You have no right to cut away
He is my life here and after”
“Amina in her trance
You better leave the living alone
Your world isn't here with the living
It's time you take flight
No! I want him!
He is the one for me
For years we lived
Now I am in different world
Woman you had your time
Let the living stroke the pages
They will join your world
When it is their fate.....”
The red thread pulling hard
The farmer struggles with his bearing
The banana trunk opening wider
The fire seems to blow his way
Amina concentrates on her mission
The white scissor begins to cut the red thread
The farmer stands on his ground
Pulling tight the red thread in his hand
“Come on honey
It's me in this world
Come home to me
I am right here!
You have to leave me
You aren't born to this world
Your sister shouldn't come
She makes you evil.....
No my husband
I want to live not to die
Now will you come home to me?
Look into the banana trunk......”
The farmer closes his eyes
He can't bare to see her cry
Slowly the white scissor cuts through
The red thread snaps he is free
Amina sweating on her effort
Behind the big tree she stands her ground
The soft breezes caressing her hair
“Now...go away!”
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