could we ever dream of a safe place? of a world

to be alive?

or are we like toys, living by night their truest wonders, when nobody's looking - nobody's telling the plot we should follow?

oh, come vorrei! sotto la pioggia danzar con la mia bimba! girare girare girar fino a diventare

la più bella delle musiche

and then? be wooden again, let Her choose - again -
when the time comes
to abandon me. and with the rain cry "oh why?"

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Created with: prompt only in stablediffusion
Location: latent space
Edition: 1/1
Year: 2023
Dimensions in pixels: 1536 × 1536