"Tender girl" [poetry]

Hair as strands of sunlight

drowned in the depths of the forest;

eyes like aquamarine nebulae;

Eyelids like butterflies, perched on them.

Hers is the image of fire when light draws she,

Hers is the fire that consumes the forest when she manifests.

The sweet girl who plays the violin

in the reticence of her thoughts;

Solemn notes as the word of God.

There is loneliness in her dim steps,

and on her lips a tender song.

A girl is a girl and a whole world at the same time.