She had the most beautiful eyes that I have seen in the world.
They were very big and black too, like the night.
When she saw me I was petrified, lost in her darkness.
Now, when I’m thinking about her eyes, I can bring all her shape, then walk into them and feel a peace like it came from the heaven.
Tonight I don’t want to write, I prefer to think about her eyes. Yes, again I want that. They are all my life. But the big problem is what they never have been put on me. If you can to imagine the beautiful that they are, then you could understand me. For that this night I don’t want to write. I’ll be in my bed recollecting her light. Only