beyond the empty there is nothing
I walk but I follow the same path
but then why I am continuing to follow it?
...*breathe*
she is madly in love with the sea ..
dawn, the night and the sun ... and the sunset of high places ...
air ....
she sometimes you lose a little in a maze
and likes to keep stay there, even if you do not find the way ...
she not search it...
if beyond the sky there's a storm ...
she swims in its midst
and then gets lost in the fog ... to find beyond anything
on an island calm, tranquility and melancholy.
She crossed the sky,
has collected some stars,
but now can not see them,
must wait for the night, too long ...
there is no time where she stands ...
everything can be night and day,
everything can be an hour or a minute ...
the night can not shine if she does not bring with it what he has collected ...
can not be seen by those who do not notice the night in a storm of sun ... and she know it ...
