Daniela
inside is full of doors
Some closed, others open
Daniela
inside is full of doors
sometimes you go out and sometimes you come in
Daniela
it is from the wind and sometimes it gives in
and loses things, but others remain
Daniela
It is a tree, a book, a candle
flying among many in a beehive
and sometimes it is difficult to be
what there is is not always what it is
and what is is not always what you see
Daniela
inside she is full of doors
Some closed, others open
Daniela
she breathes and sometimes she hangs
sometimes you don't know if it's her or not her
Daniela
doesn't understand at all and waits
for someone to calm his sleepless nights
and sometimes it is difficult to be
what there is is not always what it is
and what is is not always what What do you see
Daniela
inside is full of doors
Some closed, others open
Daniela
inside is full of doors
sometimes you go out and sometimes you enter