She's her own landscape                              
No illusions                                        
Spends her time hustling                      
On the emptiness of matresses                                  

She looks for the essence
Mirror's Mystery
Following her own advices

Protects her beauty
Shows her wierdness
Royal and unharmed

She looks for a vibration
The sweet connection
The eyes that will kiss her

Child of imperfections

Innocent without a reason.

Follow
the inside
of all
possibilities.

Perfection of quietness
Exists
In the illusion of emptiness.

Follow blind
The movement
Without  f~o r_ m.

Lie! Dislie!
Time lives
Only(lie)
in your mind.

Felling fear of what
transformes us,
troubles us.

Outside,
in silence,
detached.

The corage
of being
mutable.

Step by step
I balk and walk
more balanced.

moon
crude
road
crane

Shines                      far
awakes, evokes
in me              vibrant      
           sparks

It heats my cold soul
in line
with the         cooled
    past

me and you
choking.
      
               (free up the wolves
                 that don't howl
                 in packs)

shine shine
little moon(shine)
give me back the dream
I didn't spred alone
                    
I've darken weaker
             Betraid
                    by myself    
                    
  lost
            
collision
powerful mystery
Following the unnoticeable glow

            invisible
           desirable
         unforgettable

stoping to want to darken
I'ts not thinking       to live

          but who doesn't follow the light
lost it's spirit
           on the cross

You remind me of what seduces me
fear against light

I see your crown
I follow you on the prow

moon
we are the same
shine
and glow

flow.

If I fail
I'll fail only with you
My side is secure

It's the insecurities that wakes me up
Failliors are my gift
Love them and despise them
Every secound

It doesn't show me who I am
But what I can be

One day I'll be what I never was
because one day I was what I'll never be

Sweet-bitter consciousness
that backed me up from not being
what you wanted me to be
without knowing

The artist doesn't have to be socially accepted, a good dealer, a good speaker or a good citizen.
It  as to be art itself.
It's own creation.

Artists aren't beings who are looking for racional thinking
because if they're looking for it
they already found it.

The word Man is translated , not Man itself.