The darkness bows its head and stands on its knees in front of the light. The
green is about to overcome the loneliness of the white and the darkness. The pain
from the birth makes its way in front of the cold and the separation. And the reproduction
of
the life triumphs over death. The naked branches are covered with buds and
hope. It smells of innocence, temptation, sin, and sadness. Everything is flesh
and longing.
My green eyes wake up from the loneliness of the long winter, and the tenderness is about to flood the world with a tremendous expectation. The ice is melting and the noise of the drops throws out the accumulated disappointments. Pieces of ice are lonely carried along the river, melting away from the sun's rays in the water to give way to the wind of the willows and the green eyes that will heal every broken heart. The sun rays dry my tears in my green eyes and fill them with laughter and charm. And the raindrops count the moments until our meeting.
Life is woven from short moments. Moments between birth and death. Moments
between love intoxication and separation. And moments of pain from this when we
become too close and vulnerable to each other. My green eyes are like a magnet
for you. The green eyes fascinate you and attracts you in the magic lands that
you long to visit. And you are split between staying whole, unharmed and lonely or risking and
letting your heart be broken at last. Because after the green one comes the sea
blue, in which direction the green eyes will fly away from you. Budded by love flowers merge
harmoniously with young green leaves and you choose the short moments of
happiness before the eternal moments of loneliness. To rise and to grow.
You are looking for me between the colours of the spring and the fragrances of
the reviving life. You seek me to understand life and yourself.
You seek me in the freedom and in the truth of the white, which as spring snow has covered the horizon. And you find in it white moments of wins and fails.
You are looking for me in the pink buds of the peach, which as innocence
and virginity suggest faith in purity. And you find pure pink moments that make
you to believe in the green eyes.
You are looking for me in the sweet aromas of longing and unfulfilled
expectations. And you find me in the lilac dreams in which the green eyes
dwell.
You are looking for me in the red of the roses, which fills the air with the
illusion that the romance of eternal love is what you will find. And you find
scarlet moments of the pain of the passion.
You are looking for me in the life-giving dances of the bees who are eager to
merge with the flowers to drink from the nectar of life. And you find me in the
nectar.
You are looking for me in the green, with which a divine artist has colored the world. And you find me in the green as a promise, as a beginning, as an invitation for sin and temptation.
