By Mary Lou (Marilù Ciabattoni)
A life, imaginary. Days, blurred dreams piercing reality. And nobody, nobody looked for me. Nobody, not even myself. Regretting the choice of not having lived enough; regretting the curse of being different. Fireworks living a second, buried in the sky, a graveyard of dead stars and broken dreams. Living a life, imaginary. Spending my days dreaming, and forever blue and solitaire.