Her Mosaic

Her Perfume

She showed me the soul of ambergris and the hidden colors of the life. So the angels who know everything add nothing and the sorcerers who do everything do nothing. From her perfume, the world takes his meaning. The candles have no souls in the absence of her big heart and the roads will be blind without her soft hand. You can’t feel the days’ pulses without her perfume and the riverbanks’ flowers can’t find their chants, but in the eyes of a dreamy woman.

Her Freedom

If you want to see the magic orchard, you should plant your flowers and you should teach the morning the brilliantness and the evening the soft whispers. The pigeon is the meaning of the life and the melodic voice of the womanish souls gives the field their awesomeness. O, moony smoothness, how can the pinky souls get her freedom? And when does the blind world stop his shameful exploitation of the beauty.

Her Mirrors

Our river and the blue flowers try to see the deep truth in the womanish glances that teach the world his wonderful existence and give the life her shining love. When the days try to sing their beauty, they will sing the womanish chants and take their colors their beautiful cloak. Yes the magic land sees her wonderful birds on the face of the female’s water and the sky winds can’t find her eardrops without the real color of the her mirrors.