To draw you my feelings,
to fix your eyes on nothingness,
to weep with the competing raindrops,
to tarnish them with you,
to break.
I took the rear-view mirrors off when traveling with you.
your way of looking at the past was going the other way.
Then I asked you to stop. My feet could.
My soul trembled, I had never imagined my footprints without the continuation of yours.
My knees tested the cobblestone floor... and I stood there... paused, as if knowing that I had changed my life all of a sudden.
I diluted how much I loved you between betrayals, anger and the decision of a tattoo to remind me that I could survive you.
Glass,
Humans are made of glass. Some like you go through life polarizing love so that no one will find them.
Others, on the other hand, have the courage to download them completely and shout out to love the best soundtrack I've ever felt.
Photographers: Terry Magson
Graphic designer. Lover of all art, inspired by the human body, I love to paint on the skin of people and see how their pores are enchanted in the process ... I am many contradictions and intensities made woman. My soul is supposed to be a century old and my heart always believes in what it is passionate about. Touch is my favorite sense and I love to sharpen it by closing my eyes to give way to the interpretation of textures. I like country music because it reminds me of my saddest time, when my dad left, and also when I saw him come back. It reminds me how beautiful it is to believe. Silent movies are my weakness, I love to collect antiques and even more if I know the history of their former owners...anyway...if we are going to die of something .... I chose to write it.