Roaming in the street Roaming in the street, In pursuit of its awake dreams, She walks, She walks... Ritournelle in head, She twirls, she twirls, Drunk with new conquests, She twirls, she twirls… Ritual eternal She sees through enlightened windows, Some fragments of life that take place, As a black and white film, In the sweet air of this evening... The Present already belongs to the Past. The shadows and the light meet, Celebrating the ballet of the life She twirls, she twirls Ritual eternal Lost in time… to be battling with time … Thinking that its life will be never again black or white … But full of the rays of lights that she can and wants to intercept … And the light projects shades to which She wants well to devote and to confide, time there to make re-appear wonders Roam in the street, To see the marble faces, Gives her the desire to shout : FREEDOM EmmA Wyrd