Nicoletta Gassler

A state of bliss
Is all
what I miss
Yet So many times
...

Where troubles
melt like lemon
drops
you'll be caressed
...

Davanti
All'immobilità

Le parole
...

In the quiet dawn's embrace,
Sunday morning paints its grace.
Soft light whispers through the trees,
As gentle as a summer breeze.
...

In corners dark, where shadows creep,
Lies heaps of refuse, piled deep.
With whispered sighs, it waits unseen,
A task ignored, a messy scene.
...

I am
the last
Fish
The one you
...

On rice paper
As watercolour
I dye in a drop of water
Taking on different
...