everything i am,
from everything I experience.
from the softness of days.
From this sparkle shooting out a gaze,
d’un éclat de rire.
my soul, my feelings,
and sometimes my mischiefvousness.
Leaving my hair messed up, wearing very littre make up, being myself. Enjoying these small lines tracing time on my face, as though to make my thoughts more precise, because they also recall the woman i am.