DREAM SPINNER

As straight as a rod, her clothes are eccentric,

paper and airy fabric draw circles that are concentric

 

One day her hair is red the next it is blue, the wool on her spindle too: a so pink ball when her mood is good, as black as the night when she is not all right.

e patterns she whirls, spins and weaves re ects her way of being.

 

We see her dancing with elegance even her life “is hanging by a thread”.

Juggling wool balls, her hands criss cross threads with visible and invisible hands, until the beholder in wrapped in a colorful whirl.

 

She spins dreams, secrets and hidden thoughts, all carefully weaved.

ough they are sewn and perfectly sealed, sometimes in a whisper they are revealed and thoughts and dreams and secrets dri in the air, until they reach ears that are far away

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