Tears of blue
She is the Mediterranean, where the sea is more intense, red is redder and blue is bluer.
She appears in the crowded street in a procession, concealed by black lace veils, like shutters that hide her lissom body.
All her mystery is revealed in her face which is sorrowful, but not excessively so.
Cobalt shells on her eyes, volcano red on her lips, a small mystical tear.
It is that piece of the south hidden in the soul of every woman who disappears into an alley to bring the aromas of the sun to the evening meal.
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