She built highiest walls
maybe silently closed all the doors
and liked to play in a immured garden.
In dreams, she used to climb to the clouds
and paint all colours of her constellation
shiny vibes are stronger than words
she was craving another sky
everyday run out on a one way street.
Suddenly, just around a corner
an empty silence touched her skin
a sweet wind made her smile
another eyes kissed her look
among Beatles songs and blue drawings
and carefully took her by her hands
illussion washep up all the fears
this flight does not scare.
