But with a fragile spirit, like a thin piece of glass, shaken by the rain that fell hard, the butterflies fascinated her ankle, and the lilies of the color of her cheeks, and the stars flashed with the glitter of her glasses, and the sun shuddered between the glitter of her braids.
There is an innocent aspect of the cotton lining and a sad, marginalized side, as miserable as the darkness of the night, a look that suggests to you that it is an angel, and the other look is the hiding of the women's hand, you can dance on the strings of your heart;
