Le Baiser de Bordighera by Helmut Newton
Watching as the Lady Moves Through the Mirror
Across a flat barren plain a lady stands in a darkened doorway
Watching herself upon the first gray horse she sees
Galloping wild and free just before the force of a hard wind,
Holding tight the black mane, in awe of the speed of the beast she strides.
This is the spirit of fires from deep within her blue immortal soul
Given free rein to ride bareback, making her body pay for every dusty mile
Touching not the cold flat ground but flying just above at reckless speed
Holding tight with her sweat glistened thighs, upon the charging gray horse.
Across a flat barren plain the lady rides a fast gray horse our Devil made
Wind and mane beat her face, whipping and urging her on to still greater
speed,
Sweating despite the cold, but from energy fires deep within forgotten
places
Holding tight the black mane with clenched fist, leaning heavy into the
wind.
Suddenly, all is still.
The gray horse turns
Equine eyes flaming with heat,
Horse flesh lathered,
The lady sitting straight.
The lady rider burns
Female eyes open and aware
Woman flesh lathered
The gray horse in a slow walk
Stopping by a lazy winter stream
Her tight mane-grasp unbroken
She feels the speed gone as she turns
To see the lady she knows to be herself
Quietly step into the mirror
By the darkened doorway far away.
From atop the horse,
The lady looks at her image in the winter stream
And after a time wonders even as she slowly rides,
"Which is the shadow lady now in the mirror ... and which is me?"
An Imaginary Lady
There was time and touch
But now quiet rumbles all through the rooms
and across the lawn
A dark bird flies quickly by
Interrupting the sunlight only a moment.
You lifted your hand and reached over
And suddenly all this was gone
The stillness and quiet became loud.
There was time and touch,
But only shreds of memory linger,
moved softly by an unseen wind.
Bonitos, não são?? / Beautiful, huh??
Eles foram escritos por um amigo americano, o Bill.
They were written by an American friend of mine, Bill...
Bjo. Kiss.
Música: Follow the sun do Enchant.
Music: Follow the sun of Enchant
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