About

I'm the girl who looks into the sky and who sleeps on the wool clouds. I'm the child. The big people, people to whom the small things are nothing, say that the child is happy. She's brave, they say. Some of them are proud of the rainbow-girl: she wears the World with green like hope and, with yellow smiles, she gives comfort to the weak souls. The dreams, those are orange and pink, like cotton candy. "She jumps like birds", says the grandfather. Who knows, tells them: yes, she jumps. She jumps trying to find sweet dreams, she's trying to fly. But they cut her wings. She would like to fly like the bird, to dive in the infinite blue sky and to hide from everyone.