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THE WOMAN WITH THE GOLDEN BRILLIANTS
Berashit, a word in Hebraic, Genesis' first one.
Translated as "in the beginning". Which is not wrong, but rather incomplete.
Some keys of interpretation for these texts emphasize surprising correspondences.
One way is to use each letter of a word to compose a sentence, here's an example:
"At the beginning Elohim saw that Israel would accept the law".
Another key links each letter to a number,
then for "Berashit" we get 3910, the number of years between Creation and Christ's birth.
Where's the problem?
In the fact that we're used to receive just a part of the explanations.
Human relations are confused.
In a 30-second commercial we'll find just a little portion of truth.
But it doesn't matter much, 'cos we don't care about the commercial,
we'd use the product all the same even if we don't like it.
It's also odd to notice what tv puts in between the commercials.
It's odd the news, that teach us who are the good ones and the bad ones,
which women are beautiful and which aren't.
They guarantee us that all the people have different opinions one from another.
They want you to talk as you eat, 'cos what you eat is ***.
To live well, you must take no interest in this,
so to avoid having weather forecast as the only daily subject.
I want you tomorrow to talk about the way 150 bankers, oilmen and corporations
have bought the world, and about the way they're sharing it among themselves.
I want you to look at the sky and see the experiments they're subjecting us to everyday.
I want it to end. We're not blind, but we struggle to see.
I want it all to change, 'cos nothing's right.
The problem is not to get back to the way it was before, is to stand still, now.
I want the bad ones to have it all back on them, and there's no point in hoping, it's a passive act.
I want you to understand, I want it to end.
And then, I want her.
I always want her.
I always want her 'cos she's strange.
I don't like her when she's normal.
I want to say odd things to her... to see how she reacts.
I want to do odd things to her.
I know she has fun after all.
Maybe sometimes I exaggerate.
I want some kids, I want the car and I want a home with her.
Or maybe I don't?
Sometimes I talk too much.
Sentences such as: "I wanna stay with you forever".
And how d'you think you'd manage?
I rarely... go wrong.
But if I do it, it's well done.
Now, count the sentences you haven't said...
... you've failed to say in your life.
If you're still counting, you're a bit like me.
There's these "if" left in our mind, they're punding, to say the least.
And if...
and if I had tell her "I'm a clown, if you sit by me you're at least supposed to smile"...
... maybe it wouldn't have ended so.
I'm not afraid of being alone.
I want it too.
I know it ain't dark among the thoughts...
Among my thoughts...
Sometimes light can't be seen, while sometimes we just forget it.
We must go up to the sky, but with the feet on the ground.
Yes, we should wash the mud away from them!
We all must become farmers to grow our children... spitfires to pronounce true words...
firemen to wash our sins, sailors to blow the sails..
and bankers... to give everyone their right value.
But one thing I want the most,
I want all of us to become masons, and d'you know why?
'Cos everyone of us has to learn to lay their stone,
for a stairway to heaven!