I use to spent hours looking for stones on the bed of the stream, in the mountains, you were lying motionless on the same stones, talking to the clouds, your feet that every now was searching for the frost of the shiny water. For the same passion, the same game, the desire to caress smooth and round shapes in all possible shades, I searched for THE STONES OF THE EARTH and tied them to your fingers, pink and green tourmalines, aquamarines, rutilated quartz so beautiful to make evil eyes, amethysts, turquoise and many others that for me are still nameless colored stones, smoothed by water, the one that has the good fortune to pass all over you, make your skin even smoother, let me imagine a thousand ways of bind you to THE STONES OF THE EARTH. All different big rings. Unique and precious pieces like breaths, like rain, wind, sun, earth. As natural as love.
Blue topazes and purple quartz, scratched surfaces, splendid imperfections to wear as a flowers. Shiny eyes, green and smoky gray quartz. Rings to suck like popsicles in summer, they mist up on your warm breath. Square, round, drops of anise and mint, of oranges and blueberries run through your fingers and draw the light that surround you, color your hips and lips and arms and hair with caresses and confuse my eyes. Rainbow Rings Pittiesisi, I touch you and I lose myself in your hands.
Hearts, stars, flowers, moons, small and large tattoos drawn by the sun, you bring light pendants under the rain, you make them swing on the wind, you play with your fingers and mix with your hair the earrings that are always different… moons and stars, flowers and hearts. Light symbols, childish games that slip everywhere, thoughts of a women that still make you laugh. Desire to wear only hearts, only stars or to mix different rings, earrings and pendants like wildflowers. A heart forever, a star marks a day, a flower reminds me of many moons and beautiful nights to come. You carry your soft and shiny signs like surprises, smiles, reminders… Small, large light motifs mark your skin, flowers and stars, moons and hearts, kisses and caresses.
You touch your front with that usual gesture that I know so well. It means look at me and it has nothing to do with your rebellious red locks. Hands that mark the air, unpredictable like butterflies, hands colored by many rings, hands that let of lightnings like revolvers loaded with flowers. Impertinent hands that rest on your hips and say it all, they take me and sparkle while you do shhhhh! You touch my lips with your fingers, and leave me speechless. Now I have eyes only for your eyes, for the blue-purple, green-yellow trails, sea and leaves that leave me your caresses, the red marks of your rings that will return to awake our usual thoughts tonight. Hands that touch, rings that look like exclamation points, commas, suspended dots… waiting for you.