It is said that time, like a river, only flows in one direction, that there is no turning back. That what is done is done. That every word given becomes a promise and that every act lived becomes a memory.
But she... has that power, it's a gift. I am not sure if she is fully aware of what she is capable of, of the miracles she can create. To make the intangible tangible, the impossible everyday, the chimerical doable.
When she looks at you...
When she looks at you...
It's as if time and space were in conflict with each other. As if they do not understand that there is someone capable of manipulating them on such a scale that all hypotheses and rules that define them are meaningless. That the fabric of time is sweet but brittle and the particles of space fragile as a breeze.
What will capture your attention first are those jet black eyes, carved by the best lapidaries of Olympus. Capable of enfolding your soul, capable of baring the shames and deepest desires of those who claim to be immovable.
And that smile, that curved gravity that hides the happiness of those who reach for the skies and stars, from which once you enter its orbit it's only possible to get out if that is her will.
Mermaid's lips, honey that gushes from inside them, dimples that creates pink lakes...
Well, when she looks at you...
When she looks at you...
Your being transcends to a time when innocence was the common denominator, where one knew nothing about love and practically nothing about anything. It takes you back to the moment when one discovers what it is to be in love, why butterflies tickle and why we can fly even without wings.
It's a moment, like every first moment, that burns itself into our brains. And it does so because it knows that this instant will never be repeated, that the experience has only one chance to exist.
That's where it takes you when she looks at you...
When she looks at you....
Without realizing it, you travel to the depths of time, to the first opportunities, to the first instants of each instant. Not to make you remember them, no, but to give your mind and heart another chance to experience them: the first kiss, the first love, your first forbidden pleasure, your first flight.
She is able to create impossible timelines, labyrinths with no way out, enigmas that physicists will need eternities to decipher.
And I am here to explain to you that despite all the theories, hypotheses and impossibilities, it is true. She is capable of creating temporal parables. Since i found her I have fallen in love for the first time so many times that I have become an involuntary explorer, an astronaut of love, a time traveler.
And that's ok, because when she looks at you...
When she looks at you...
