ACTRESS SOUL

I learned to inhabit my lonely emotion.

I write to my imaginary son.

The same fictional childhood´s companion.

I live in the point of mutation.

I'm a chameleon, I'm a misguided person.

In search of shelter for my passion.

My meaningless expects a look´s reflection

Let me borrow some order invisible.

Let me accept the contradiction.

I hope the reconciliation of the impossible

Something that legitimates my madness.

But do not try to explain me on

I expose myself to extreme whiteness.

I´m not blessed, I beg your pardon.

I live on the edge sickness,

That was a close shave.

I´m like an actress!

I accept that change makes me an eternal child.

Good mood and a little pepper sauciness.

Always like to be a devil wild.

Nathalia Leão Garcia

January 10^th 2018.