Lying with her hands together under one side of her face, touching her cheek and ear, she is dozing and half-asleep trying to listen to the instruments that orchestrate her thoughts, and see the auroras that guide her feelings.
Recognizing, she is a prisonner of her conscience, she is dreaming and imaging she is different from how she is.
Searching for a glint of light, in an unending effort to control her life and with none of the prescience.
She is waiting for the Aurora to set and the colour of her solitude to break up.
Lying with her hands together, she just wait for love.
Music: Listen to Yannik Noah "Destination ailleurs".
Elvis Presley " and I love you so"
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