HOÀNG-ÂN:  Daughter of a Godfather

Don't blame me for embracing both light and darkness.  I love words like ambience and enchantment.  Cradled in velvet night I smelled fears in the movement of shadows, being touched with a sense of adventurous.  My soul is a metropolist wherein skyscrapers stand like trees made of glass, and trees lining the streets are ornaments recalling ancient nature.  Therein the landscape of such metropolitan also harboring the underground world.  I walked the alleys there many times knowing the alley walkers feared me just as much as I feared them.  I can dressed all white, sitting in a techno room bright with neon light, yet be drawn toward music made for men who negotiated with their demons.  For I am the daughter of a Godfather.