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TranslatedMusings

All images are © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2009 . All rights reserved It has taken me a lot of time to create a marvel place for them.Now it is there...and I just know the movement of the shapes and textures, that seem to engulf and create a transparency in both girls. Now..I have to look for a translation of the soul's language musings. Where....there.....was..... hard stone, steps high, for giant's legs, heart's of suns, cremating the conversation, of two souls sharing plans, now , there is gold, and leaves turned black, waves incessant, pearls of shadows, birds in formation, lost for ever, into the blazing of the night disguised as a moon hot and wild. And.....the distance between.... two hearts rows of musings, is made for the air to course, the space where.... one can hear....what is told, and tell what one would like... to hear., therefore. Secrets, confidences, smiles... half concealed shyness., low eyes, serching for security. What I say, you leave there, following the birds trails. Please, let the warmth of sunset create patterns of full trust, like a painter, skillfull with his brush, then you will take my story to dream it all alone, for this is how we feel, when the sun is really gone. I translate for you my seconds, and they will speak like hours. You translate for me your hours, and then....eternity becomes just a brief... musing.... slow musing... Rosa © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2009 . All rights reserved