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You appear between the black curtain’s edges like the moon through the
clouds after a rainy day. Your beauty is the beauty of a woman who is sure of
being stronger than pain, the beauty of a soul who is sure of being stronger
than death. You appear between the black curtain’s edges like a pearl between
the valves of her shell. You bear in your eyes the glory of the sea at moon’s
rise, in your hair the glory of the sand at sunset. You appear between the black
curtain’s edges and if you don’t see in front of you anything in harmony with
your beauty, anybody who were brave enough to welcome your glory … you come back
behind the black curtain, behind the clouds, behind the valves of your shell.
And even if no one sees you, you still have the sea in your eyes and the smile
of anyone who knows that darkness is pregnant with light. |
