Turning Point ’95 Presentation



One voice, my voice,
Two tracks, three tracks…
A scream, a tear, a soul,
Gone in smoke, gone in jeers,
Gone in nausea, in frozen nudity,
Barely arrived, no longer there…
Mouth gaping.
Trailed, betrayed,
Tracked, trapped, on the tracks,
Driven, towards the smoke,
Towards the entrance,
The exit forbidden.
My responsibility:
Choose the track,
Choose my voice,
The track,
soaring, embracing, taking a stand,
Keeping these tracks,
These tracks,
And their voices,
To not forget.