Ora le le o!
When she looks in her golden mirror...

"There are the waves and there is the wind...
- Kuan Yin...

You were a place where I could bring
My weary self every day after trying to save...

He rises.
She measures...

She feels it:
waters bend...

Clench your fists and
declare your right on this earth...

I'm living.
come back later, around eleven...

You should stray from what I invent:
small clouds of sisal...

I drag my adorable flip flops and half a dozen...
along the corridor as my self-esteem expands...

I look at him,
thinking of my horizontal life...

She danced between worlds,
raining love and pills as...

You look down on her
as she dares to be herself...