... my imaginary umbrella
It is who protects me from all quarrels
filtering the words and thoughts unbearables
making me feel like a Cinderella
thus metamorphosing into colors and sounds
the disenchantments in so soft and sweet parables
gladdening my heart
fooling me
my being
flying
dreaming
be free
away from here
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