The eyes are the mirror of our soul. Everyone can hide their feelings, but their eyes will betray them. That mysterious pearl on our face, that pearl of truth that tells us everything is the most beautiful thing on the human body. The look always tells us everything. Eyes speak for us... It doesn't matter if they are black, blue, green, they always speak even when we are silent. We don't have to ask someone how it is to see if it's good or not. We penetrate his soul very easily. All that is enough is that one magical look that tells us everything.
What is in their eyes that they are a mirror of the soul? If every person wonders why the eyes are the mirror of the soul, they will understand that the colour, size, shape of the head and features of the face are not important, the shine or emptiness that those eyes offer us is important. Every person emits with his own eyes some feeling, momentary weakness or strength, happiness or sadness...
Last year, in December, I was walking down the street, confused and imaginative. I wandered away for a moment, and a girl ran into me. We collided and she looked at me sharply, she cut me with a look, sharp but scared... She was my friend from primary school. You could see in her eyes how nervous she was because of my carelessness and incident. I apologized culturally, and when she noticed that it wasn't intentional, she invited me to have tea with her and warm up a bit. She spoke little, almost barely muttering anything, and I talked about myself and my worries. We moved to the living room, she was home alone. At one point I stared into those big blue eyes. They were watching me...
I watched her carefully as I spoke, and I suddenly wandered off. I saw that she wanted to tell me a lot, I saw how much she was suffering, I saw that something was wrong but she was still hiding behind the mask of her smile... In a timid voice I asked her "How are you?". She smiled, as only she can, gave me a friendly smile and said "I'm fine, remember, I'm always fine". I wanted to tell her "you're not well, I see you're not, tell me about everything, please." but something constricted my throat. I stared at her, I wanted to know what was hiding, what was hiding in those blue eyes. What worries keep her eyes from laughing ?! I stared into her big blue eyes, I wanted to help her, and then she noticed that I had been watching her for a long, long time and still. She looked at me, and that look told me everything, I saw that she was worried, that she was sad and longing for happiness and a carefree life... she looked away and began to look at me out of the corner of her eye. In that corner of my eye, I saw glow and hope, but suddenly my gaze wandered to the window and a tear slid down my cheek. She kept the sadness to herself, but no matter what, she knew everything. I saw that your eyes radiate kindness and love. I saw that she loves and is not a bad person, but something bothers her and eats away at her soul. Her stepmother Katarina entered the room, and my dear friend turned around and got scared as if she wasn't expecting her.
She stared at her now, now at me. As she looked at her eyes she saw the fear and respect he felt for her, but the look she offered me was quite different. Worried and scared as if she wanted to tell me "don't go, don't leave me, I want to tell you everything, I need you". But I had to leave, I couldn't stay anymore. Mrs Katarina looked at me contemptuously. She didn't want me to be here. I greeted them and took a quick step out of their apartment... My thoughts were agitated and confused. I saw so many things in those blue eyes and I didn't help her in any way... I don't even know what those eyes saw in me that day. After a few months, I learned that she had moved away with her father and sister, that Katarina had left them and that her sister was ill. I searched for her for a long, long time, but I didn't hear anything about her.
I hope that I will meet her, that she will look at me with those blue eyes again, and my wish is to see in that respect everything beautiful that I did not see last year in December. - Now I'm sure every father tells his story. Yes, words sometimes mean so little if the eyes are not empty, only if you can read from them because the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and the soul is the mirror of man!
Your eyes look like nebulas!
nice
Uauu kakav ker!