How to describe a woman?, Did I can compare the delicate fluttering of a butterfly with the subtle delight of her hips? ... No, I can not, a woman is a summary of sensations or feelings or even of words, it is a compendium of virtues or a bunch of situations ... is not a look, not a smile, not an emotion, neither that nor anything like that or all together. What then? Yes, this was exactly what happened, then I look in her eyes was enough to find it, does that?, Discovering that a woman is the beginning and end of a story, is a raging torrent that breaks the stones and jumps fearlessly into the dark abyss of a perpetual fund, is the sweet caress of a drop of rain on the dry, cracked soil, is the raging wind sculpts mountains and gives way to waves, is the speck of dust that irritates the tearing eyes thousand tears, uncontrollable anger is a kite fight to avoid being engulfed by a star ... is each of these things and all of them together, but perhaps not as complex, no, maybe not that hard. Maybe, just maybe, a woman is not what I thought I saw or felt what I thought, maybe, just maybe, a woman is only the warm breath of reality that ties my feet to the ground ... bah! I admit, I can not help comparing this wonderful delight of her hips with the soft, hesitant flapping of a butterfly, I can not even I am not prepared to describe a woman, I know, may never be.
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