He

He is the reason I believe I can
He is the reason I am who I am
He is the water, I am the flower

He is neither walking in front nor behind me
But he sofly pushes my back

He is the ink, I am the pen
He is the reason I wrote this

Seasons

If you ask me my favorite season.
I would consider summer, but summer is too close to the end.
Neither fall nor winter have a slight chance, but spring..
Spring is the beginning of it all.
From trees and babyducks to blue skies.
When spring is calling,
I blossom among with the flowers and the bees.

Pink clouds

High up, up in pink clouds

Blue sky and a soft breeze.

Flowers and cotton candy.

Wrapped up in a luxury and tender coat

Come up, up in pink clouds

Smell the sweetness

Watch the flowers and the blue sky

Feel the soft breeze on your skin

Not mint green, lilac or banana yellow

Tell me you love pink clouds


-by me-

Desert Flower

The autobiography of a Somalian nomad (Waris Dirie).

From the desert to the catwalk!


now in cinemas