
Our meeting points – in so many levels – facing love.

Our meeting points – in so many levels – facing love.

Thinking about – where have all the guests gone – long time no see.

Listening and hear – but going on doing my own way – the crazy art whisperer.

All in pieces – carried around in every step – my humble story.

Building it up – stone by stone all alone – a smashing crash.

An empty soul – wants to be filled out – the perfect match.

The straight spine – a search for best role model – that special courage.
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