Monday, September 12, 2011
She dries flowers in the middle of The waves
It's not sure for whom. Is it mal d' amour?
She doesn't like to die but it gives her taste of paradise.
She demands it now.
To get it now.
She enjoys sparkles at night.
Her sun is gray and her moon is brown.
She is a recluse groping in her heart.
She is not sure what she's going to find.
Is your joy among angels?
Her peace and quiet scream very loud.
The wind has come to her heart.
She is sick of a dialogue in one.
She's wondering: "Am I mad?"
Dreams of being a rose to adore are sure not for her.
Sometimes you need so little to revive the illusive belief.
Someday will all fade away and she hopes, and she hopes...
Someday will all fade away and she waits, and she waits...
"I don't want to die."
Nikolina: skirt Zara, blouse asos
Photos: Erik Simonič
Posted by Nikolina at 19:31