In the soft wilderness of the day, I exist.
Underneath pebbles there are stories, I hear,
Listening to the winds dancing, I understand.
Going where this life may lead, I live.
My body sings of forgotten worlds, I belong.
Moths fly in the spirit of the night, I love.
In golden boxes inside my flying heart, I gather.
Millions of voices echo in my soul, I listen.
Longing for home, for the unknown… I dream.
Picture above taken last year in Paris.