Spring without magic like summer with no love .
Nothing special comes from nothing !
I’m a girl who likes to play with words so, I write crazy words !
Life of a book is yourself life and the breath of your own soul !
What really will be I don’t know but,
I only dream that will be magic someday for me to !
I love to write my mind because it doesn’t know from where
it comes or where it goes the words but my heart knows it .
I write my soul in the song that never I will sing !
Am I a art girl who dream about the dreams that aren’t a life, yet ?
! When I have a book that can travel I stay still to the end of my breath !
I was a girl there, in a book with my open dreams that never will travel !
I wonder what spooky things I write and what it is in my head that is like a bliss ?!
Art is a color like when you write your soul with a word .
- A. A. Popovici,