Bizarre 4

She is so beautiful so lovely, she looks like a flower. But be careful, she is the wooden woman and whether she speaks or is quiet, she always looks so charming. She has many delights and many mysteries that for sure, they all want to try and in her beaches they want to deepen as if she was the origin of the pleasure.

She is so delicate, so sensual. You can give a treasure for her smile. You always sigh for her lips that look like a cherry. If you see her hands, you'll think she is an angel. Her feet seem to be used to walking on palaces.

What a presence! What a charm! But you have not realized that you have turned into her tree. The wooden woman has stepped over you. She has become the sun and you the time. She has become the glory of the day and you the darkness of the night. The wooden woman has a secret and a power. I will tell you in silence:

Everything that she is and all the great that she seems, happens only when you have stopped being yourself. When she rises, you not only come down, you already disappear.

She is the adored being and you are the being who adores. She is free and you are the chain and the slave. She is the precious stone and you are the one who fulfills her whims.

You, poor one, have only madness in your life while living of crumbs. What do you have?

You don't have anything now. She took everything away. Where is your dignity, your self respect? You are on your knees and humiliated. It is not Love. She deceives you. She is up high so you can look at her from below. You thought that she had inspired you but that lovely wooden woman, will never give her perfume, will never give her hand, because her heart is made out of wood. It does not go on beating. It does not feel. That is all. And in that all there is nothing more.

Who will be able not to see her charms.? They all want her, they all call her. They all have become abundant grain as the rice. They have become playing pieces of her passion, pitiful alienated madmen. Wanting to shout and at the same time, going up a waxed pole where some rise, some fall down, crazy fools tormented by the temptation.

The wooden woman dances in a sensual way as an innocent flower attracting the flies, the birds, attracting everything. The wooden woman has an extraordinary capability, which is to be what she is not. She has many faces, many sides. She transforms, she transfigures, she changes, swaggers. She is as the fire, the more it agitates, the more that it fascinates, conquers and attracts you.

They want to have her today, in this same instant and not tomorrow. When you approach her she is in the ardent fire but not of passion but of negation.
And in that moment you discover that you fell into the trap. You are in middle of the fire, you are burning yourself, while shouting: " I am on fire."

And when you look ahead, the wooden woman says : " You did it all by yourself. You came, you burned yourself and you are alone now."