old days come to an end and we have to choose what to eat or pretend we have no hunger, no stomach, no pain to …
a nonlinear multidimensional forgiving

multilingual poetry & AIart * racconti
old days come to an end and we have to choose what to eat or pretend we have no hunger, no stomach, no pain to …
a very sweet waiting time, waiting for you, baby of mine. a pretty cold spring, sunshine. the same red dress, filled with more and more …
I sold my past chains to get free, to get in the veins new blood and the energy um zu Leben, to sustain this big …
but baby, oh! my beautiful story! how are we gonna tell them that they are perfect and beloved? how can we show them the Kingdom …