The wooden woman made
A hand you reach
Love is all they offer
The wooden woman isn’t mad she’s your world in your palm.
Cristina Jimenez



Circular recognition gold ceilings displayed glitter the way gold is not suppose to trust. Synchronistic waves take over washing beliefs away quietly revolting kickstarting your heart opening up systems of ancient wisdom blending the new directions of revolutionary love,wind calls the past falls every second is transcribed into existential creation. Time warps mental manipulations dissolve into bliss of pure angelic realms seeking to coexist. –Cristina Jimenez