I love and hate myself 'cause i'm the best of the worste
Sono Giada Dayanne
...Non so descrivermi e credo che nessuno riesca farlo
oggettivamente parlando,
perchè spesso si tende a dire ciò che si vorrebbe essere
anzichè ciò che siamo realmente,
spesso non coscenti di ciò...
Giada is Black
Giada is White
She loves nights and hates days
She loves the rain and lives with the sun
She never speaks about her but she would love to
She would like to love but she's not able to
She dreams of every days of her life but she knows that a dream is only a way to escape from the truth
She lives for the others,
she lives to live,
for crying,
for happyness,
for pain,
for fear,
for passion,
for beauty,
for rape,
for sorrow and for many others surronding her word.
Giada is not beautifull but she's a person,
she's not good,
she's simply Giada.
She's totally ignorant about something
but she's master-hand about others.
She's got merits and flaws,
limits and virtues.
She would love to escape from everything surronding her but also staying.
She trusts in God
She doesn't trust in Church, she hates it.
She believes in Love,
in emotions,
in feelings.
She's frightened of herself,
of the others,
of devilment,
of human devilmen,
of her limits,
of her feelings,
of loosing everything.
She's hydden by a sweet mistery, sensibility and crasiness with her eyes concean.
Giada is everything.
Giada is nothing.
Giada Dayanne
