Media Veronica

Half Veronica wakes up
She was bothered by the moon
Through the open window

A letter arrived from the front
The jug breaks
And the fountain dried up

She will decide what to do
When she wakes up completely
And erase with her hand
What she wrote with her elbow yesterday

We'll see
If the chronicle Veronica reacts
The half Veronica
Has very little malice
But she's tired of waiting

Half Veronica is broken
She doesn't have many years
But she was hurt

She fought for laughter
But she's not in a hurry
And she laughs very little

She won't know what to do
When the wind stops blowing
She can't distinguish
Love from any other feeling

She wants to live
A different life every day
The half Veronica
Is in the prime of life
But she's tired of waiting

There's a note on the window
The bird doesn't fly
Its wings are broken

Half Veronica regrets
That time is running out
And the rest doesn't matter

Life is a prison
With the doors open
Veronica wrote
On the wall with her guts in turmoil

Nothing to see
There won't be flowers on the grave of the past
The half Veronica
Always tells the truth
But she's tired of waiting