I am not the'good Lady' of any Gentleman; I am my own person with opinions about the things of the world. (Sorry for the mediocre people, the London middle-aged conservatives.)
Who am I?
I am not the madam in the eyes of shop assistants.
I am the tom-boy my father wanted; I am Lolita, my mother's fear.
I am the Mick Jagger alike, my homo-boy friends love me to be and Goddess Mother Earth to those who want me to be, who had learned so much harshness and sterile hands ...
Who am I?
I am Artemis in my father's dreams; I am sweety pie in my mother's visions.
I am the pirate of the seven seas, my mother wanted to be; I am a tie-free professional that my father wanted to have been.
I take care, I give love, wherever it comes to happen, without thinking who I am.
I play with my friends the roles we like to be in.
We fly with our wings through gigantic flowers and make friends wherever we happen to land. But we do not make friends with anyone. We have special antenas and secret messages to recognise our similar's. Like Juan Carlos in Lake Como, from Colombia, who came to us in his auric wings; like Antonio and his little girl Nataly, whom we came to meet in Lake Como, even if we did not know about all that before ...
And the resident goose! in Bellagio, the Garden of Edem ...
(Bellagio is at the centre of Lake Como, in pre-alpine Italy, Europe)
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This has to it a familiar ring of PROPHETIC PULSE ~ A Paradigm Shift
In relation to people today ~ and those to come.
Looking forward to hearing TAKE II.
Blessings ~
Rene
Thank you all for your interest.
I think I would like to come to one of your openings!
Feliz Diaz ...