When I look at her, I see something, yet I know not what I see…
2018/06/19 2 Comments
She’s wild but fragile
She keeps smiling behind her sun glasses
Echoing through ages
2015/06/04 Leave a comment
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
2014/04/26 Leave a comment
…She is more a smiling fragrance, rather than a memory.
Will she ever have a name?…
Julien Matei
Mirrors of Encounters 