...Because it has to flow...

...she uses her hands 

to tell what's inside

the nightmares, the dreams, 

and the wishes all die

just to be born again 

somwhere else but not here

the senses go numb 

and the trip begins at her signal 

it's a great chance to stand near her light 

and to witness the universe cry

 for me to wake up and listen 

to her wonderful song 

on canvass with passion ... 


She knows...