Like a bird's freedom, she really knows how to spread her purple wings and fly away in her inner universe. Like the whistling of a whale, she's carried by the magic of the wind and the eternity of life. She opens her eyes, her pupils dance as a fairy dances on a branch of tree, her eyes look with the most enchanted and the most innocent of kindnesses and we see through them a peace of mind, a divine charm, a sweet serenity, the sweetest there is. Through her blue diamonds, her heavenly smile is outlined like transparent water which reflects in the palm of her hand. As the poets, she is entangled in her red universe leaving on her steps the tracks of her rhymes. As the sailors, she leaves behind her a mystery hidden in the water of the sea, fading little by little on the gold-colored grains of sand, disappearing slowly as the vapor which forms the warm sight of her lips that disappear in the most painful of imaginations. When her eyelids are raised, she sees me, she looks at me, stares at me with this pure and innate innocence, she observes me with her blue diamond sparkling with eternal youth, she embraces me with the glance of her beautiful blue stony eggs... She protects me from malefic singings, she protects me from black sirens of salty waters, she protects me from fear.

Her eye reflects Our prosperous Immortality...her blue eye, her blue diamond, her blue stony egg... My Aquamarine.