ADOPTED

When adopted by the world she rises as a satellite - and looks as closely than fairies to the pulse of our souls – she is made with wings of a rare albinos insect, precious and not yet discovered – as well she is a feathered flower with shadows of pale veronese green and saffron – or a blue angel, quite transparent, who comes on people shoulders, caring softly and whispering their dreams, so that they may wake up to them – you are my imagination – as I am yours – and when such nonsense convene, much reality is exposed to the soul of us lovers.