Option #1
In My Closed Space - Anoucheka
Gangabissoon
In my closed space
I am free to shrug off that which I wear
To hide my true self;
A being which does not belong to this earth
But which seeks to find the anchorage
Of there where I come from!
In my closed space,
I am free to be mad, to wish for death,
To imagine of myself as being magical,
To cry over that which hurts me,
To pretend that the years have not worked
On the shape of my body
And to sing, even if my voice is not trained!
In my closed space
I can be a bird, mystical, beautiful,
Or even a lioness, sleek and dangerous
Why,
In between the walls of my own space
I can even be in love
As would a heroine of a romance;
Bold even in my fragility
Experienced in my innocence
And happy in the gloom of impossible love!
In this hidden space
Life happens as I want it to
It dances according to my tunes
And sings according to the lyrics that I write
In this space,
I am free to be who I am!
Why - I really enjoy the repetitiveness of the piece as well as the words she says. It just feels
good in my mouth (if that makes any sense). I'm excited to work on consonances.
Option #2
What if, one day, you discovered
that you no longer need to explain
yourself to anyone - Dan Enache
What if, one day, you discovered that you no longer need to explain yourself to anyone,
for your soul has found peace, and words are just echoes of old insecurities, scattered in
the wind like autumn leaves?
What if you could leave behind the burden of others' thoughts, ceasing to doubt
yourself, knowing that you are already enough?
Imagine waking up and feeling freedom like a clear sky above your soul, without caring
if others see in your life a vast universe or a barely visible star, without feeling the need
to apologize for simply being who you are, a unique light.
But perhaps that day never fully arrives, perhaps you remain searching, carrying the
burden like an old friend, waiting for that peace that always seems just a step away, like
a horizon retreating before your steps, a dream of a day when you are completely
yourself.
And yet, in this search, you find fragments of truth, each moment of doubt whispering
that the journey is a part of you, that every step, whether light or heavy, brings you
closer to that inner peace, where you are free to be, to feel, to dream.
Why - I think this piece has a lot of different imagery that can use different vocal colors
throughout.
I gave 2 options because I didn’t know which one I should do. If you don’t care which I
would like to do the first option but if you think the second one flows better I can do
that! I think they both have a good sense of heighted text.