Someone with desires and a natural feeling of perception about the others. Some work of art. Painted by some forgotten artist, who tryed to use precise lines to have the exactly definition of your face and body .
Your skin makes me burst into tears. It is ice-cream. Sweet and capable to spread a natural perfume, as if it was made by roses.
You are a mix of a wild rose and the sweetness of the glass. You are made by glass and wild feelings.
Just like in heaven I see your face and it appears to me as a painting. Painted by some forgotten artist. Some poor and a genius of it´s generation.
You are an inspiration of ambitious artistic tendencies; a saint and a devil.
You are the lady that is trying to go across the river, with nice shoes, and out of a sudden , as if you were taken by some mysterious feeling of happiness. Interior happiness, just says, as loud as you can:
You are the lady that is trying to go across the river, with nice shoes, and out of a sudden , as if you were taken by some mysterious feeling of happiness. Interior happiness, just says, as loud as you can:
"I have the first sentence for my novel; " It is possible to die" .
But you survive with your faithful sensibility .
Live. Forever.
