… and when I was a little girl

I used to see the pictures of the geisha women.

They so much bewitched 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.

…Or…She looks renouncing. Too far from problems of the globe.

Her barely perceptible smile – mysterious and innocent…

…The art. The living masterpiece…

 

Her bearing, eloquence and manners are innate

Her movements and emotions are whet…

I am an actress…

 

But I wake up…So sweety were all those dreams...

My style is very poor do describe my feelings of that travel...