caradura

Just a little something I wrote for a friend.

Ode to a Goddess

I have not forgotten. How could I?

My eyes are impregnated with the perfume of your vision, of your art.
Where else can I possibly replace the delicacy?
The secrecy? The infinity? The pleasure? The poison?

My eyes are impregnated with your vision, I could not escape.
Once I saw, I am a slave. I am a slave of your passion. I am a slave of the shades of your soul.
In every line, in every shadow, I can feel the boldness; I can feel the character of the goddess.

The goddess who shows, the goddess who shares, the goddess who dares!
I have not forgotten. How I possibly can?

B]ODE TO A GODDNESS, Caradura 2008