Witness to a thousand fantasies,
dancing accomplice,
to the rhythm of my hand,
whispers in the breeze,
stories that embrace.
Blank pages coming to life,
My life! in every stroke,
in every curve in the line,
where the soul rises,
where fear embraces.
Ink that runs through longings,
of brave and dreamers,
of moons that paint sleeplessness,
of loves and pains,
drawing a thousand colours.