Through the intricate ornate lattice stonework,
the sun's rays kisses my silken skin
with champagne kisses,
while the wind whispers yearnings
of unfulfilled desire...
Hidden in the shadows
are forbidden secrets,
unseen by the outsider...
unfinished touches
in an incomplete sanctuary of senses.
Even during the day,
the half moon is visible
above the unfinished chapel,
creating waves of unfinished sensations
of nostalgic promises,
desires, longings, fear of loneliness,
rejection, misery.
An incomplete task of unfinished emotions.
The unfinished chapel of Batalha.
foto tirada pela Tisha
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