sexta-feira, 8 de abril de 2011

she was me

The trees were blooming
the green grass was covered with small pink petals.
the birds sang while jumping from branch to branch.

The sun was shining brightly above her head,
but instead of admiring what was going on around her,
her head was kept down, her knees squeezed between her arms....

she was still for so long,
that it seemed almost as she was sleeping.
her eyes were closed and only her shoulders trembled from time to time.

all around her was fresh, brightful and filled with energy
but she was so unhappy that it was almost touchable.

and I didn't need to look closer
to see
that she was me.

3 comentários:

  1. Nice view, I love, I sometimes do this kind of photo I love, beautiful reflection. Have a good weekend.

  2. I gently touch your cheek. You are not alone.

  3. Gosto imenso desta técnica em que a foto fica só focada no meio. Está excelente.