It all comes back down to the girl who sits with a pure heart burning with intention. She sighs deeply for all the love she received yet hadn't at the time really understood it's worth; for all the misunderstood good intentions of others and the bad; for those countless moments spent in self turmoil when a moment passed meant an intensity decreased and last but not least, for all those who felt like her, at the mercy of her doings.

You have to let go of the happiness when it still is happiness; that is the only way to preserve it. Sometimes we hold on to little bits of life hoping it would never change but the more we hold on the more it changes, and then it turns into something which is exactly the opposite to what we had. But we still hold on, and that is the memory and pain we are left with

From The Depths Of My Heart
To the queen of the art
To whom her Passion takes my mind
To hear her fantasy be my last
To see her wings that sparkle love
With her simple & clean i started love
With that first love i regained my light
With the colors i started to have sence
With keep tryin i made my ultimate love
From it i got all the favor of life
From it i were like in deep river fly
From it i joined the devil inside
From it i will reach heavens sky

This if for my favourite & ultimate
the special & miracle of our time
this is your songs in my words
the best regards of mine to you