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ArtistHalf-length portrait of a young Mediterranean woman with sun-kissed bronze skin (Pantone 7589 C), standing against a softly blurred autumnal background filled with falling leaves and warm bokeh light. Her dark violet asymmetrical pixie haircut (Pantone 2695 C) is sharply layered and tousled, revealing the texture and direction of each strand. Her expressive, full lips (Pantone 7606 C) and intense, natural eyebrows frame a strong, serene face. The fine pores and light imperfections of her skin are visible, enhancing realism and raw emotion — no makeup, only the authenticity of light and texture. Her arms extend forward in a gesture of offering, palms joined and turned upward, forming a visual cradle. Resting just above her hands, a red origami heart shaped like an anatomical human heart (Pantone 186 C) floats in perfect focus — its crisp folds catching glimmers of light, symbolizing fragility and devotion. The scene is captured with shallow depth of field: the origami glows sharply in the foreground, while the woman’s figure gently dissolves into soft blur, enveloped in diffused amber light (Pantone 7408 C). Around her, autumn leaves (Pantone 7571 C, 161 C, 1255 C) drift slowly, mingling with splashes of abstract ink and expressive digital brushwork that radiate outward, as if motion and emotion fuse. The composition balances chaos and clarity — fluid splatters, fine lines, and textural distortions converge with photographic realism — evoking the tension between fragility and strength, order and passion.
And something remains,
between the bright pages and the dark ones.
I erase your name from my façade,
mixing up my alibis with your reasons,
my alibis, your reasons.
The cards they dealt me said I’d be a winner,
but the gypsy was a trickster.
And that intrusive future —
if I’d been just a little younger,
I would’ve torn it apart with imagination,
I would’ve burned it down with a dream.
Now your lips can be sent
to some brand-new address,
and my face —
you can lay it over someone else’s,
who knows who.
Your four aces, all of one color,
you can hide them, play them,
or keep them safe,
as old friends — like us.
Holy thirst for life,
sweet Venus painted in Rimmel.
Like that time it rained outside,
and you asked me
if by chance you still had that photo,
the one where you smiled without looking.
And the wind passed over your fur collar,
and over your body,
and when I, without understanding, said yes,
you whispered —
“That’s all you’ve got of me.”
That’s all I’ve got of you.
Now your lips can be sent
to some brand-new address,
and my face —
you can lay it over someone else’s,
who knows who.
Your four aces, all of one color,
you can hide them, play them,
or keep them safe,
as old friends — like us.
