Carolina Lopez-TejeroFounder, Swan by Carolina · Founder of Swan by Carolina

20 reps of each

12 Jan 2021 · 5 min

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The video presents a lyrical spoken‑word exchange among three unnamed speakers. Speaker A opens with a warm, encouraging address, personifying the morning sun as a loving, ever‑present light that greets and comforts the listener, urging them not to cry and to embrace hope. Speaker B responds by echoing the theme of belief, suggesting the world is meant for believing in one’s actions rather than merely dreaming. The conversation shifts when Speaker C introduces a personal confession of isolation, describing themselves as a "lonely painter" living in a "box of paints" and fearing the devil, yet drawn to the fearless. The piece concludes with a bittersweet spiritual image of "holy wine" that tastes both bitter and sweet, underscoring a complex emotional tone. Throughout, the speakers repeat key lines for emphasis, creating a rhythmic, poetic structure that blends encouragement, existential reflection, artistic solitude, and spiritual contemplation.

Chapters

That morning sun is here to greet us with a loving light. So, oh, let me tell you, child, let me tell you, honey child, that morning sun has come to greet you. She's Speaking on the call, just to wait, just to meet you. Shutting down, I know you true. Let me tell you, child, let me tell you, honey child. Don't you cry, we got that sun and warm wind on us now. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, we can make way free. Just take it from me, with a loving light, so That morning sun was here to meet us, waiting on the waking up of everyone. She ain't gonna quit till you let her tell you not to.
I wanna try to let her tell you not to.
I wanna try Cuz this world wasn't made for dreaming.
This world wasn't made for you. This world meant for believing in all the things you're going to do now.
I'm a lonely painter.
I live in a box of paints. I'm frightened by the devil. And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid. He and his lies from time to time.
Oh, you remember that holy wine? It tastes so bitter and so sweet.
Oh, I could think of keys of you. Still have your life. I will still be on earth.