(wings of a) Butterfly

In the begining it is always dark. 

The Nothing consumed almost everything... 

But I can create whole new worlds even from a single grain of sand. Or a wave. Or a word.

 ...and my first wish is...

...and home is where your heart is

I wish I had the ruby slippers.
"There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home".

Dincolo de cuvinte

...pentru că nici măcar poezia nu mai este de ajuns pentru a cuprinde zvâcnirea unei aripi de fluture.