It is a tale of windy dung
magnifying the planetarium of her guitar full of purity
not the green moment
when the night protects the lands of murmuration!
If you were not the nectarine the celestial moon,
cooks, sprinkling its lemon across the heights
nothing but that bed of muscles
and you’ll ask why doesn’t his poetry
love of green lakes and roses,
and the thick beds of his native land?
For this image, I did a little processing with Luminar. I used the B&W Fashion Magazine filter from the Portrait collection to give the original image this effect. I like this style for this photo. The natural light from the window lends itself well to the dramatic tones of black and white.