A kind of Alice, A writer and her wonderland. Sometimes mysterios and dark, Sometimes light and natural. Lots of fantasy and music Are part of her world. Inspiration lies everywhere, I write what I see.
Let's be united And forget every nationality. We all build the stars On this flag. We all are equal, We all are humans.
Nothing in your hands.
They love to tempt our souls With big promises And lovely words. This all, To get more attention. Your heart is still beating Like mine But there is nothing more That connects us.
The place of women, The place of goddesses In a white winter scenery. Candles burning And I look back to a happy me, A Beltaine ceremony, Flowers in my hair And a Farewell prayer.
Artist in Bologna
I sink into his dreams And reality becomes More and more Blurred. Where am I?
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