Years ago I saw a girl with blue eyes.
They were not dark blue, were not an aquamarine, blue turquoise either.
They were a blue sky, a perfect sky, with the Sun and clouds, the light blue one with dark edges, deep blue as the sea in which I saw her This day. They were blue as blue they are these beings of Pandora, blue natives as that girl.
Then I saw in them the land, almost invaluably this small island of color in the deep paradise of his look. Imagine that he was living in this small space, in this desert island, so near his soul but so far away of his heart.
On this small island experiment the best moments of my life, I saw since they were raining you star, I felt since they were closed in his dreams, I suffered storms of tears and dawns in calmness. Live in his island during the whole life, it hurts that alone it lasted a second. So sporadic it was the look, so superficial, so rapid, so deep, so sentimental, so .... celestial.
The girl of the blue eyes smiled and his eyes stopped being a blue sky and happened to be a blue paradise.
Even I dream some days of them and of my life in the small island, even I want to live mas through lives in them, even I want that they stop being blue, but even with everything I never said to him " I love You ".
