Owl - creaţii proprii

A score and an eight, that's all it takes for the magic to begin.
I see myself swaying sweet dreams where I was born in the mists of the dark, sieging the
logic with fear and the hope of the following days to come, wishing about the lost future.
I see myself crying tears of needles, losing myself under the pressure of melody, feeling the

Just an empty room
Nothing to see...
Painted lyrics on the walls, so new, such a gracefully across my memory.
Nothing to feel...

Once you find a doll, a beauty doll, founded on an unstable narrative thread, a narrative thread who is hard to find, the same narrative thread who makes a lot of sundry types of dolls.

Once time staring at that doll, you saw a winking, not your winking, not the doll winking, your chaotic imagination winked at the piece of yarn, that piece of yarn...so tempting to take it in the hand. For the first time you see that missing button on the doll face.

Who are you from the other side?
Why are you looking at the same thing as me?
What are you if I'm not sure if that's me?

With the lights on, the amphitheater rises into the scenic congeries of emotions.

And sitting in a chair.