That golden hair
Blowing by the dancing wind
Looked like silky reins
Trying to tame impetuous horses...
It extended the beauty of such an extraordinary face
That not even the talent of a Michelangelo
Could capture its splendor...
The hair slapped her skin again and again
Reminding me of
Sunshines and diamonds...
I could contemplate them endlessly
But who knows
It did not hide the power of the great Medusa
Who turned her admirers
Into forever stones...
-Simone Bittencourt Shauy-