Dwroua

Hi. I really adore your space and pictures. I'm waiting your arrival too.

On what kind of ecstasy, on what kind of magic dance,
such a creature was born (or conceived)
from which distant star the light is coming,
that went to hide in her eyes,
and I am the lucky one who saw it

In her sight a tiny little sky
lightens, clouds, and folds,
but when the night comes, it overflows with light
the August moon rises
and the prison shines from the inside.