quarta-feira, 26 de setembro de 2007

Lost in her eyes

Looking into her eyes, he could meet her person, her joy, her fears, her soul, herself…
Her beautiful eyes could tell a story. Hers. And there she was, starring at the horizon, where the sun was going down, giving the sky a beautiful orange tone. And still he just couldn’t stop looking straight to her eyes, lost in the magic of the moment.

quarta-feira, 5 de setembro de 2007

Just a flower...


In the evening I see a flower
A light coming from the dark
Its delicate petals around the sun
From which the colour was rising apart


Isn´t a single sunflower just beautiful?