A brunette woman enters my field of vision, very, very beautiful, like the cold waters, she stops walking and stands observing, this runway putting me on her back. She is devilishly beautiful. I gaze at her, opening and closing my eyes. An oasis in the desert. She wears black glossy high-heeled pointed shoes, slightly worn, which make you conclude either that she has recently bought them or that she flies back and forth. I can't take my eyes off her, as if they were children and she a doll that they don't get tired of carrying around. My heart starts beating so loudly that I'm sure she heard it. Her well-shaped ankles command you to look at them and be amazed. Did I hear a "click" or was it my imagination? I look at her intensely. She feels it and turns her head towards me. We lock eyes for a few seconds. Inside her eyes, I saw an aura that overwhelms me. Who knows what she saw in mine. She is so beautiful that it makes me want to cry.