Genoveva

In your eyes, the moon lake reflects. Siren songs lure us deep into the black velvet water, behind us the night closes...

Snowflakes conjure an elf dress for me. Bitter tea warms me. You kiss my eyelashes. We dance, forgotten by the world, through the winter forest...

Under the fig tree I rest, my feet on soft moss. In the distance, the sea sparkles. It smells of bitter oranges. Summer longing.

Freshly scrubbed children with neat braids quietly and attentively look at a picture book. A soft scent of paper and warm skin.

Wander through the lemon grove, a small stream rustles in the distance. The magnolias bloom softly. Cool morning air caresses my face...