Dressing the gown of ice,
Hiding a soul born from flames,
A princess sets for a lengthy journey.
With secret thoughts and mystic weapons,
She goes in search of what remained
of love, of God and of her soul.
Drawn to Death by a cryptic feeling,
Kidnapped by Destiny, she now escapes herself and those ghosts.
Free from that charming reaper delievering pain in drops of sugar,
Free from the bites of the countless needles masked in velvet.


Where is the magic of existance gone?
This soul is munched by painful rust
Too many tears have knocked against it.

Ancient memories of a lost, divine moon
Now appear to be fabulous and surreal..
Time shades its whims and tricks on her,
And as she closes her eyes, she can feel that thrill again..

who can define reality?
No soul is oblivious of the wraps of insanity.
Human minds can envision the past and the future
And chop the sharp limits of today.
Letting our thoughts sail through time,
towards hours- yet to bet lived-,
we touch a wistful hybrid of the past, present and future,
our spirit integrates in eternity.

We all have a veil laid on our eyes
Through it, we filter reality
in the distinct colors and patterns of the clothing.
We hide behind it, hoping to pass unnoticed
but seen by outsiders, we are all exposed.
Yet we still hang on to a reality of our own..

dec. 2008

uhm no..i cant see it... do i wanna see it? explain