Skies

As fragile as an amazing and innovative idea that travels at the speed of light and disappears in less than a second, so she feels.
She does not go beyond desire; It does not seek pretension, it simply remains exposed to reality as if it were the rays of the sun. I do not know if she enjoys, but I do not know if she suffers. For her, life is fleeting and encouraging; An impulse of life is nothing more than an approach to death. And this is nothing but the time lost yesterday.
Her gaze is the mirror of the soul, and many see beautiful eyes in what is a broken heart, uprooted, intrinsic and without strength. And yet, her beating pursues the opportunity to be one piece. But she already knows .. Sharing without breaking, and breaking sharing; Time and again evil seizes the essential, leaving benevolence or understanding aside.
And she waits sitting on her pride; The wind blows strong .. Well, the luck does not wait, it wins.