When I look at her, I see something, yet I know not what I see…

She’s wild but fragile
Crazy but tender
Unpredictable yet giving
A child but a prophet
Three times a woman
Other times a voice with no song

She keeps smiling behind her sun glasses
And when she takes them off,
All shadows gracefully wither…

Echoing through ages

Her enchanting smile lightens the night.

She is not far
She is not near
Neither is she a story
Nor a dream

She is simply the grand duchess of fiery desire

She comes in her invisible Shadow

…She is more a smiling fragrance, rather than a memory.

Will she ever have a name?…