“Get out of my dreams, get into my life”…I love this song! Only courageous people live their dream, and I want to be a courageous artist sharing her writing with the public. In the past weeks I wrote some poems and I kept them only for myself, as if they were butterflies I caught on a summer day and kept them locked in my library. I was scared that opening the door would let unfriendly air in, forgetting that the outside is their natural home.
Here is butterfly no. 1
Behind the stars
Behind the stars
Is there light or are there darks?
Behind the glass
Is there us or is there past?
Behind the shadow
Stands a tree
Natural monument
Me
