• I wish to be a white artic wolf with hazile eyes that showed the courage of the greatest beast in the intire wold.
    And to be as fast as the winds of the north.
    Plus rome a big field as free as a brand new butterfly.
    Being silly by trying to lick the sky and rolling on the ground.
    I stop and look at the stars, then start counting stars and looking at the Moon, Luna, the most beautiful pendent of my heart.


    I sing for them the song of my soul........