No me la mostró vestida, que yo la miré desnuda. Su propia piel la ceñía, vestía su propia hermosura.
Poema: “Romance de la niña inocente”, (Alberto Ángel Montoya, 1902 - 1970), fragmento adaptado.
Red hair curls in the dappled forest light, skin glowing against the moss. She leans into the earth, one hand brushing the rock, the other lifting her hair—still, unposed. Tattoos trace her legs like wild vines. The light falls soft, highlighting form without intrusion. Natural, grounded, quiet. A body at ease in the green.
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