About Me

A glimpse of my story through Mariana’s poem.

Mariana was born in 1996. Mariana has Tremendous big eyes, Which colour changes to brown, Green And yellow Has a big, blowzy, curly hair Has an orange cat, Which is mysteriously blue sometimes Mariana has Secrets. Happiness can, Sometimes, Grow imagination inside a body And, this time, it grew so deep That it became, in a way, As real as the happiness itself And it became, in a way, As real as the body itself. In the early childhood Mariana would go for big walks in the woods, Chase the shinning stream, Watch how the leaves tinkle in the trees. She would listen people from all ages And understand And she would spend hours thinking about all this And sometimes entire days Relishing her thoughts. Dad taught her how she could lay on the floor any floor and observe the stars. Mum told her that in dreams, if she wanted to fly, she didn’t always need make an effort for it. Sometimes, If Mariana allowed it, The wind would carry all her weight And take her somewhere new. All these teachings gave Mariana time And the lightness to be entire And meanwhile, Inside her bones, Fantasies would grow Strong as a bone And, as a bone, part of Mariana’s structure they were And when time slowly made Mariana’s bones grow, The fantasies grew with them.