The emperor's new clothes

Dear emperor

I m asking you on behalf of our kids

Living on this side of the ocean and beyond 

To accept that your new clothes barely cover  

As they say in my language

Your shame.

There’s nothing wrong with being naked

On the contrary

It merges with Genesis and with New Age as well

It’s only that

You see

It’s one thing to not know you are naked before falling

And it’s another thing not knowing it after losing your paradise.

The fall itself is free of memory

It is written in our poor bodies only

Therefore to us, those threw by the ocean on one shore or the other,

You are actually the chance

To have our own failures mirrored in you.

You are not the only naked man amongst us.

Here we are as bare as you.

We tremble and we shiver in The Cold Peace

That ruined our parents’ dream but made ours even brighter.

Look at us staying here wrapped in our blind shadows:

It is the very shadow you are veiled in.

You are nothing but our shadow’s cry for light.

In you it’s our humanity shadow which demands its tribute.

It’s up to you dear emperor

If this tribute will be a bloody one ore an enlightening one.

Our children take it as a play

They laugh when they see the naked emperor

Because they know

No naked man could ever rule the naked throng.

But for them it’s also an act of courage

To come out (having the gods to let others see your hidden thruth).

In this country

A land of darkness at the gates of the West

Or of the East if you like

Our ancestors used to throw a man from time to time in their arrows

Offering him to their god.

They were doing this laughing. And knowing  that their god would eventually be kind to them.

Take care you emperor

Do not let yourself caught in the arms of the fearful crowds which are praising your new inexistent clothes.

They could have caught you just to throw you out merciless in their arrows.

It happened before.

Better take the children in your arms

On this side of the ocean and on that side also

And laugh with them:

Yes I am naked as you are naked too.

And here’s your shadow in the spotlight.

Let’s embrace our shadow

Let’s tame it in the pure and loving light

And listen to its story (for every shadow has a story).

Let’s give it a hug

Let’s bandage its broken wings  

(for in every shadow-story there are some broken wings)

And let it empower us towards a better  version of us

The people from this side and the other side

Of this big ocean of Hope and Sadness.