...and when I was a little girl
I used to see the pictures of the Geisha women
They so much enchant me
I was fascinating
Mystery
I’ll never be like them
But I can close my eyes
For to be carried away through times and spaces
To feel I’m not me
This is a disappearing Geisha
Dancing with the fans
Like little butterfly playing with her wings
She looks beyond reality
Too far from problems of the globe
And barely perceptible
Her smile
Mysterious and innocent
The art
The living masterpiece
Her bearing
Eloquence
And manners
All are innate
Her movements and emotions're perfected
I am an Actress...
But I wake up
So sweet and real were all those dreams
My style is very poor to describe the feelings of that travel