The most beautiful eyes are not brown. Not green. Neither blue nor black.

The most beautiful eyes are those who love and hide behind the retina the moon and the sun, the sea and the mountains.

The most beautiful eyes bear the smile of a child.

The most beautiful eyes laugh. And cry sometimes. They bath rivers of longing through his eyelashes. Thoughts, emotions and hopes.

The most beautiful eyes gather in their depths the rays of the sun with which they then warm the other eyes.

The most beautiful eyes have wings. Wings that raise them, bringing them to the branches of the souls of other eyes.

The most beautiful eyes are the ones who tell you stories, stopping your world immediately.

The most beautiful eyes can speak without words because of the mystery they contain. Decipher poems, live magic, express feelings.

The most beautiful eyes are those in which you can see yourself clearly when you see yourself in one’s eyes.

The most beautiful eyes can make eloquent silence and can mirror the intentions of your soul.