Piel de porcelana, por Ionela Bona
Sunkissed by the latest daylights, Delighted with the sunbath of his eyes. The sun keeps avoiding me, because he knows we´ll soon see. I Will reach him on this night, I´ve been searchng him my whole life. I´m powerful and admired, yet my skin is ethereal, porcelain endured. You can´t touch it, but feel it…