Reflections

There, in that space, she could be seen reflected of four different ways and styles.
Standing up, seeing towards the front… to the other side of the lagoon… watching the full moon… in a silvered evening … her, with a long black dress… red hair covering her back, of naked arms… her fingers, half-opened drop sheets with spilled letters on them.
In another image, she was reached to distinguish, overlapping in the landscape of a fecund world… only her face… her clear eyes, painted black…… her lips in deep red…her water hair cracked like in a waterfall, surely, she was part of some jungle or forest.
The third image, it gave in which to think… was very pretty, the dolphin to the left. ..just a little bit below the surface of the sea… like getting itself contented to jump… she was there, standing to the right, only few meters upwards… on a great rock like rocky crag… the veils of her white dress twisting with the winds of her golden, long, wavy hair… her fallen arms… her glance lost, to the front in the horizon. The fourth of them, it gave the impression to be standing up on the ladder of some temple, dressed in beige… as a native… or an Egyptian woman… her hair short and black … her glance directed to the sky… her arms, are two open wings with clear feathers.
Completing all of them, is the fifth one…she wears a mask, while she observes the other four.

Reflections