03/04: Alara
…Alara once again…
A happy child, as we are all, as we should be… a strange statement to declare … over confidante… perhaps we should be always happy.
Alara, the girl with Almonds and the golden puppies… her arms wide open hugging the life, chanting perhaps in that melodic Turkish voice, that one day some of my ancestors spook… Happy.
Shall I dance with Alara or let the fairy dance in my mind… that hair of hers… fiery colour of a fauve… that happy face… in my eyes, those clear eyes it must be a fantasy to look deep at them.
Alara dancing… turning and hugging life… taking the beauty from life and reflecting back that beauty in the eyes of any body looking at Alara, spreading that fine feeling of sweetness of life… that simple feeling that always exist around us, waiting for us to gather somehow, sometime.
A happy child, as we are all, as we should be… a strange statement to declare … over confidante… perhaps we should be always happy.
Alara, the girl with Almonds and the golden puppies… her arms wide open hugging the life, chanting perhaps in that melodic Turkish voice, that one day some of my ancestors spook… Happy.
Shall I dance with Alara or let the fairy dance in my mind… that hair of hers… fiery colour of a fauve… that happy face… in my eyes, those clear eyes it must be a fantasy to look deep at them.
Alara dancing… turning and hugging life… taking the beauty from life and reflecting back that beauty in the eyes of any body looking at Alara, spreading that fine feeling of sweetness of life… that simple feeling that always exist around us, waiting for us to gather somehow, sometime.