Ir al contenido principal

Frontier

You are the expression of the limits just from your name.  Every detail of you is expressed in the closest way to perfection, but it has the advantage of being just simple to construct even more perfect being. There's no description for that.


Your limits come from the sky, as the colour of your eyes, and the deepest part of the infinite is not brighter than your smile, the shadows are part of the contrast to understand the complementarities between light and dark.


Every hair of yours is made of durable finest thread, golden and bright as forbidden treasures, longer and not so straight to be lost in its deepest aroma.


Your beauty is as natural as the warming sun rays after a long winter, fresh and relieving, sweet all the time. The expression is candid, and the look is unstoppable, but everything conjugated is what makes you strong. Is not any part of you outside the frontier of perfection, but it's the combination of everything that turns you, human.


The symmetry of your hips is designed for becoming maths just crazy, and the poetry of your skin makes the finest paper looks that a waste of time. But is not fake, is sweet and natural as the casual smile lives on your face.


The frontier and the princess are what are you are called in an ancient language to find just another way to express in human words what you're on eternity.
Etiquetas:

Comentarios

Publicar un comentario

Entradas populares de este blog

Writing again

Dear JC, It's peculiar, isn't it, how the mind clings to memories, especially those we wish to forget? Some nights, I find myself ensnared in a web of dreams, each thread woven with echoes of you. You, who dominated my thoughts, still reign in the kingdom of my nighttime musings. I remember, with an unsettling clarity, every encounter, every word, and every smirk. The way your laughter would echo down hallways, a haunting melody that played on all my strings. The cold glint in your eyes as you found new ways to assert your dominance, your power, unyielding and absolute. In these dreams, I revisit those days, each detail meticulously preserved in the museum of my mind. The corridors, once mundane, now seem like twisted labyrinths in my dreams, with you as the ever-present Minotaur, both feared and revered. Sometimes, I wonder if you ever think of those days. Do you ever recall the weight of your words and actions? Or have they dissolved into the ether, insignificant and forgotte
Publicar un comentario
Leer más

Ey woman

Commemorating something in the middle of this mess is hard. In times when liberal dreams are less than zero, and tolerance looks like something we are able to exchange for security, self-reaffirmation or even a joke, it seems like a waste of time to think about the good old days of freedom and equality. The warm days of rights and hope are gone. Don't misinterpret me, I've been trying to continue believing in the idealistic situation of your freedom of constructing equally. I've been trying to impulse this ideal of equality in confusing and anger times, and for sure I see in every woman a person able to be empowered, to construct a better mankind, but I have to tell you it is hard to find a way. Everyone is hiding behind their nihilism, everything is so insecure when we realise that we are just ourselves so connected to create nothing. Even I exchanged the liberal ideas for a while, I played the gender role, and I tried to not question the situations that will brin
Publicar un comentario
Leer más

Secretos

He prometido tantas cosas últimamente, como guardar silencio en el recuerdo que guarda un poco de momento y otro poco de valor, que se escapa en el deseo inesperado y que atrapa una situación más profunda. Me gustaría alimentar tus pensamientos con todo lo que pasaba por mi mente, no sé si para recrear tu morbo o para distraer al mío. Pero entendiendo que la sensación de lo prohibido es de las cosas que te encantan, y que me gustaría que liberaras más de vez en cuando, sólo para variar. Voy a tratar de cubrir los detalles con un poco de polvo para que los hagan más dudosos a la vista de cualquiera, sabiendo que conoces de memoria cada parte. Es entonces que puedes pensar que las promesas se rompen en la confundida estrategia de recrear en tu mente, pero sólo es para quitarle el tiempo a tu ocio o divertir al mío con sus anhelos. Ocio como el que nos llevó en primer momento a pensar que los detalles iluminan un poco más la mente de dos ansiosos de experimentar tantas cosas como momen
Publicar un comentario
Leer más