I am the moonlight, instead of the sun, only to favour the darkness for what it truly is. I am the shield, the crater of your heart protecting you from all evil: from the cruel spirits that lie outside, in the open world. No matter how much I love you, no matter how much I want to tear the tears that I should cry I mustn’t because I am the ice, the frost on your lips, the chill that spontaneously shakes your soul. I am the iris of the eye filled with magical colours and kaleidoscopic power fearing some, but charming others. Why can’t you see, the pureness of my spirit just so eager to leap out and shout with such power only to be dissuaded by the percentage of humiliation. I am the rain, the inspiring liquid falling gracefully on an ordinary car roof, a magnificent umbrella or in the cupped hands of an ecstatic child. I am me, nobody you would have ever met before in this galaxy.