The infinity of things that travel in the waters inside her eyes and mind. Her thoughts. The ideas and the imagination. The fantasies and the dreams.
These are the lights that she transmits out. That conveys to people. The things she says. How she says it and how does and plays it. Always with that glow, with those lights in her eyes. Always with a smile on her lips. She plays with things, kindly, emotionally.
These are the lights she has inside of her. I sense it, I can see it, is visible.
The life she has, her living, her way, her plays. What surrounds her. The place, her parents and friends. The school, the world. These are her lights.
Her lights.
That´s what I wrote and what I'm here writing and saying.
The wilderness of the schoolbooks. The pages that she´s reading, drinking, eating and assimilating. The school, the classroom, the teachers and the schoolmates. The pages that she´s living and the pages that she´s writing and running.
The landscape and wilderness of the house. Her parents and brothers. All the construction and work that has been done and is being done in the house and outdoor. The animals...
My Father and my mother are building our place on earth, our home.
LIGHTS
The land and the environment, the climate, weather, the change of temperatures...
She plays music and sings, she is still young with a lot to live and with everything to live. She will be on tour very soon. Playing and singing to the crowds of people... without grammatical errors and forgetting guitar notes and vocal words.
The trigger on the roof, whose eye is it´ An admirer´
Neve
The windows´
Winter is on your doorstep, are you going to open the door´
It´s not true. It's a lie.
That was a mistake. It will be on her for a long time. Because it´s and will be running in the waters of her thoughts.
She loved it. She´ll go somewhere, with someone or alone to drink a glass of laughs one of these days.
Ask it to the doctor. How many times did the doctor took the gas of laughs´
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