#wrpdmagazine is presenting an exclusive story celebrating Miu Miu Spring - Summer 2021 collection.
Where you hide yourself... smooth, feeble spirit, among those pristine shrubs of never seen island, desolate. Among rugged descents of your luxuriant, yet dry in tears, grassy spots.
You are shrill, granulosa and sweetest plum’s purée squeezed upon that warm, boiling and sour, naked skin, dark. Slouching, stretched through your knotty roots. Reddish of kisses are your lips, bulging of bunches of vines swinging in freezing winds, soaked of watery pepite, crystallised.
Escaping and running as a fertile mare, allegory of hope and maternity. Pregnant of salvation, of tattered screams to the eternal moving time.
Humid desertic sultriness, burning glacier. Infected by croaking insects, climbing your young soul.
Dormant, spreading flourishing canyons of salty oceans, of creamy stagnant lakes, cheerful fateful storms.
And to you, seasons land, eternal rescue, and women and men and children lend to your bowed body, subdued, woven, kisses of sunny resurrection.