Gabriella Chieffo 1,2,3 Stella! Eau de Parfum

1,2,3, star! You moved back to the starting point!Laughter and voices of bygone times come in charged, luminous echoes. Benches heavy with thoughts, with sighs. Broken cages and chains.. Loneliness achieved and detachments sought to be something different, something else. I cannot exist as you want me, I cannot walk your steps in my shoes, I cannot write the script you gave me.. You cannot bind me to a perverse chessboard to make your moves by making me stray and transparent. I will break the shell and challenge the void inside and outside of me, I will appease this hunger for love, building a stone road of a thousand blocks, which leads away from you, away from me as I still live on you.. And I will breathe the tyrant song of jasmine, in waves of sea and amazement to become another me, suspended by you, chasing destinies, enchanting happiness.. 1,2,3, star! I will move by tracing new stops, mine, I will be seen, watched, judged. I will be forced to the starting point.. I will lose the game, I know, but I will never be able to say, once I stop, that I have not lived!