SWEET CHARLOTTE

 

Life, who would I be, if I were not what I am today?
For shure I would not be called Charlotte or sweet Charlotte...
 As I am known at home.
 

I could have another names! Laura, Rita or Caroline!
But, with such different names, I would not be the sweet Charlotte,
Loved by my friends and my family.
 

While waiting for life to answer me, 
My thoughts flew out of control...
Mad, insane thoughts but seeming real and true.
 

Thoughts of having a different personality,
Thoughts of not being myself,
Of being, who knows... Rebecca!
 

But, as Rebecca, I asked Life,
Where would I be now?
Maybe in a different world, maybe living in a empty life!
Not caring for the beauty of the flowers, for the green fields,
For the wind blowing the Autumn leaves,
And having only one love in life!
 

Suddenly, frightened and scared, I asked once again to Life:
 

Life, let me follow my own way in life. Let me be Charlotte!
Let me live the life you have chosen for Charlotte...
I am happy with your choice for Charlotte.

 

At home. London, November 1989
 MARIA LUCIA DA COSTA