It’s hilarious and the immaculate purity of adolescence and a contagious beauty.
Suddenly, she stopped and looked up at the Coliseum to the ruins. Her glasses in various shades of blue, reflected the most important Roman amphitheater of Ancient Rome and all those who passed were not indifferent to the historical weight of the monument.
And yet she watched them with her beautiful face, blood red lips, a wavy hair in orange tones, fluttered with the slightest breeze and, occasionally, the fantastic shadows of fleeting birds crossed quickly in the reflection of your lenses that reflected life and movement.
“This is a real explosion of colors,” she crooned a tourist to see the static figure of the girl holding a cigarette and a light smoke coming off her pursed-lips.
The girl frowned from time to time when she noticed the curious stares of tourists that was passing by. But she had no idea of the effect produced by his infectious cheerfulness.
E, todavia, observava-os, com o seu belo rosto, um vermelho sangue nos lábios, um cabelo ondulado em tons alaranjados, esvoaçavam com a ligeira brisa e, de vez em quando, as sombras fantásticas dos pássaros fugazes atravessavam rapidamente no reflexo das suas lentes que refletiam vida e movimento.
“Isto é uma verdadeira explosão de cores “, cantarolava um turista ao ver a figura estática da rapariga segurando um cigarro, saindo-lhe um leve fumo pelos lábios semicerrados.
Credits: Image and text thescheme617