Waves — earrings made of red gold and etched and oxidized silver
As the air wanders in Her hair, I think: "This is God who first created this woman, and then in her image created the world."
And, having solved the mystery of the creation of everything, I again plunge into Her mystery.
Not her eyes, but two desert suns, given to her for all the winters she will never tell me about. Not the heart, but the magma, the epicenter of caring. Not movements, but a play of strings that make everything inside tremble.
Before she, like a cat that stops by people from whom she feels love, stops by me. I want the wind to keep blowing. For him to wander between her hair and discover the earrings, which are now an extension of her warm, incandescent beauty.