2008 Woodie Awards
My unknown beloved girl
Edwins Raymond Contributing Writer
Issue date: 3/30/06 Section: Features
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I have found a girl who reveals to me the perfection of life, the beauty of a perfect soul. She is black, not the black of a blackboard or blackbird, but a more profound black with flamboyant beauty; the black that we see when we close our eyes, take a long breath, and go deeply into our heart.
It is a radiant, glossy black which shines invisible attractions like a rising sun coloring a fresh greenish landscape. This is the black of my unknown beloved girl.
Her face reflects a poetizing soul that gives birth to illuminated flowers, flying birds, and spiritual songs. She is this sumptuous garden where grow plants that balm pained souls and dying spirits. Wherever she is, there is this light that surrounds the place and purifies everything she touches.
Her eminent beauty gives sanctity and joy to whomever sees her face and speaks her name; a name that is still unknown to me. I wish I was her shadow, her breath, and her smile. I wish I was the words she says, the things she touches, and the ground she walks on. I wish I was her friend, her bed, and the light that shows her face. O! I wish I knew her name, where she lives, and where she is. She is a girl that needs no name, no place, and no reason to charm the nature of her brilliant beauty; she is the light of every living being; she is the essence of artistic contemplation.
I met her once; it was my birthday; I was alone bearing my loneliness in an empty corridor. She is the best present that I could ever have. I met her once! There is one girl that I would like to see again. That is this mysterious girl who comes up in my dreams, on my laptop, on my notes, on everything I read and everything I write.
O God I wish I knew her name; I wish I was everything she likes, everything she is looking for, and everything she needs, I wish I was her will, her feelings, and her passion. O God! I wish I was her love! The one she is waiting for!
O Take me to her heart! I want to sleep every time she sleeps; I want to walk every time she walks; and I want to cry every time she cries. I want to be a bird in her heart, a song in her mind, and a dream on her pillow. O God! I want to be everywhere she is.
It is a radiant, glossy black which shines invisible attractions like a rising sun coloring a fresh greenish landscape. This is the black of my unknown beloved girl.
Her face reflects a poetizing soul that gives birth to illuminated flowers, flying birds, and spiritual songs. She is this sumptuous garden where grow plants that balm pained souls and dying spirits. Wherever she is, there is this light that surrounds the place and purifies everything she touches.
Her eminent beauty gives sanctity and joy to whomever sees her face and speaks her name; a name that is still unknown to me. I wish I was her shadow, her breath, and her smile. I wish I was the words she says, the things she touches, and the ground she walks on. I wish I was her friend, her bed, and the light that shows her face. O! I wish I knew her name, where she lives, and where she is. She is a girl that needs no name, no place, and no reason to charm the nature of her brilliant beauty; she is the light of every living being; she is the essence of artistic contemplation.
I met her once; it was my birthday; I was alone bearing my loneliness in an empty corridor. She is the best present that I could ever have. I met her once! There is one girl that I would like to see again. That is this mysterious girl who comes up in my dreams, on my laptop, on my notes, on everything I read and everything I write.
O God I wish I knew her name; I wish I was everything she likes, everything she is looking for, and everything she needs, I wish I was her will, her feelings, and her passion. O God! I wish I was her love! The one she is waiting for!
O Take me to her heart! I want to sleep every time she sleeps; I want to walk every time she walks; and I want to cry every time she cries. I want to be a bird in her heart, a song in her mind, and a dream on her pillow. O God! I want to be everywhere she is.