The Story Of 'Mother' Testo

You’ve turned into a side street
a wise move
no monks here not even passes by
you’re still out of breath
time to calm down
a black limousine comes down the lane and stops next to you
the back door opens you don’t hesitate to get in
the driver is a woman
she doesn’t ask where to
she just starts to drive and you sit in the back seat leaning back closing your eyes
soft music soothing your troubled mind
the driver begins to talk to you as to a close friend
she knows your first name
she knows your past
remember your sins
who is that women
you know this voice
can it be? it’s your mothers voice
giving you advise as always
no it cannot be your mother
she wouldn’t be that young
and anyway she is gone
I am used to reading your dreams
the woman at the wheel contents
I know your secret wishes
you ask: Who are you?
And she answers
I always knew where to take you
look here we are time to get out
the car stopped in front of a magnificent villa
she walks you to the gate
turning around she says go the of dreams
enter room