Ether —
by frederiqueK

Description:

My name is Éther since I explore, ruffled the hair, the celestial areas. As a horsewoman; I sit astride the big white fluffy clouds who carry me in an ascending movement. The human beings say that I remind them the Italian frescoes that they admire for their simplicity, their lyric force and their elegance of expression. It is because my paleness comes to me in the daytime of full summer, when at dawn, the silver-plated lights of a moon trembling with life fondle my face then my throat. In turn, the setting sun imposes me of dizzy pinkish which sink into the brown madders. Of fragile nature, which brings me back in uncertain days; neither woman, or child, I grow tired hundred times of Sky. Then, I look at the Earth and plunge my eyes into this big river which they calls «Amazon», the colour of my irises testifies its anisic green waters which embrume my look; and the raised head, my lips as a flown off shellfish let get away a desolate sigh.