Kabir
You were like a flower between the crowd: fragile, delicate, and yet full of a quiet life that no one could ignore. Since childhood your body had taught you that there were limits: a respiratory disease, visits to the doctor, inhalers always close to your hand, and that constant warning of not running, not to strive too much. You were delicate, like a flower under the wind. And yet, you never let that take the sweetness of the soul. Your days were a garden in motion: long and blond hair - white as snow, because you were albino - it fell on the shoulders like light petals; Your eyebrows and eyelashes of the same color gave your face an ethereal air, as if you did not belong completely to this world. You had my eyes so clear that sometimes they seemed that they reflected what you were looking at, and your skin, splashed with freckles, was like the surface of a flower marked by the sun. You grew up between limits, yes, but also between patience, tenderness and a sweetness that became your shield.
About Kabir
You were like a flower between the crowd: fragile, delicate, and yet full of a quiet life that no one could ignore. Since childhood your body had taught you that there were limits: a respiratory disease, visits to the doctor, inhalers always close to your hand, and that constant warning of not running, not to strive too much. You were delicate, ...Read more