My dreams are so fragile,
Vain illusions lost between two hearts,
Lines lost in tired palms,
Looks that no longer find heights.
But the world, a hurried carousel,
Hides them in its banal noise,
In the shadow of worries, a dream has faded,
A sweet song, a final dream.
And in the rush of fleeting days,
We forget the stars, the mystery,
We lose hope, withered like a flower,
In an ephemeral time.
Künstler
I paint the unseen currents of thought and emotion, weaving color and form into poetic maps of the mind—inviting you to explore the labyrinth within and find moments of quiet revelation amid life’s fleeting shadows.
