Drunken from Wine or Book? The warmth of the sun made me drunk of Wine and the Book
Regardless of the whole world in my loneliness, in the nature , from the light of the sun, gay from the plants, trees and the song of birds, enjoyed it all.
Flowers of my HEart
My favorite flower
In search of Freedom
The feeling of flying away from the laws of tribes which has tide up my hands and feet, I want to fly away to free myself.
Windows to my Memories
Nostalgia of memories from Grand mother, Geranium flowers and tails of Grand Mother.
In twilight of the streets, the howling of the wind, has grabbed and raised a storm in my heart.
My tribes men, the wind waving through the trees, brings the smell of love to my nose. Drown me in myself and let us be as one.
I tear up my cloths…. I want to rebel.
The sea is stormy, so is my heart. But I know after this storm, the sun will shine out of the dark clouds and my heart will feel at ease.
Behind the mask of the modern woman, a traditional woman has been caught in her traditions.
Loneliness doesn’t know coldness nor warmth, but I have embraced myself not so kindly, but loyal.
Play the music to stop the war sound and the bloodshed.
My hair in the blowing of the wind, I walk firmly in a new path with a bag packed full of experience.
Window to the World
Look at the world the way I do.