Lady of the Canyon.

Chameleon girl, restless like the wind, she wants to feed on experiences and midnight dreams. Wants to leave everything behind and just travel, get out on the road instead of travelling inside her mind so much. She sails seas, climb banyans and rides empty highways in her sleep. Chameleon girl, kind of lady who plays with wampun beads and dances between threads, lace and antique luxury. Often wraps herself in songs like tiny hammers hurled and gypsy shawls. When it´s too cold she replaces those for vintage maxi cardigans that remind her of the canyons, of the burning deserts, the hungry adventures, the wild vibes and sunsets painted with intense colors like those on her clothes. She writes, she fills her drawing book with crimson, yellow, camel and tangerine lines. Sometimes she gathers flowers, she colors up the sunshine hours.
She bakes brownies and cakes, gets lost in guitar tunes and share large rose colored glasses with friends, collects empty bottles of wine and heartfelt lyrics before going to bed.
Call me Trina, call me Annie, call me Estrella circus girl. I´m each one of those ladies depending on the day. Embrace my chameleon soul or get lost. But never ask me to stop pouring music down the canyon.