Conta-me Historias daquilo que eu nao vi... (The Short Story of a Sun in a girls eye)

  me:  Walking around with the sun on her eyes
 José:  hidden inside her eyes, soaked up by her eyes
 me:  the sky did grow in its magnificent dusk
 José:  (wow, you seem to be seeing nice and true things, might I have seen them already as well) -
dusk grew during the night as sadness in her eyes kept the sun inside a wall
 me:  "Getting nearer..." She whispered to the wind. Then with her finger an invisible draw was made in the air with the growing sky in the dusk..
 José:  so she squinted there was something awfully wrong in all this: how could she love something that irritated her?
 me:  So with a just sight and a blink of her left eye...
 José:...all was said

 

(Picture: not mine)