My dear friend Ashely
I haven't known you very long...

Flamboyant illustrations amongst the distant...
Painted exhibits - wild flowers exhale, soothing...

The very night before,
He showed me the door...

Remember when the twin towers where standing
I sure do remember...

Thoughts of you wander through my dream.
Memories of us, disappear...

The concept of creativity is a rope,
guiding towards the unknown; adventure...

This is my last song home
it's not the end...

I know this beautiful lady,
Her name is Elisabetta...

Everytime I daydream, I dream of you.
Your love encompasses me like my sun-tanned skin...

Exalted: beauty...
murmuring via the wind...

Happy once again
Now that you're here...

Since when was tapping at your
door a guest's habit...