In a world where everything glimmers in a play of lights

In a world where everything glimmers in a play of lights, The girl with diamond eyes steps forth like a shooting star into the night. With every gesture she makes, she leaves sparkling trails on the city streets, A goddess of time, with diamond hair that whispers forgotten tales. Beneath her brocade cloak, with hues of emerald and azure, Lies a hidden universe, with wheels of silver and dream. Every movement, every smile, every flutter of her lashes, Is governed by a machinery that makes her seem so ethereal. In her heart, where feelings and beats should reign, A hummingbird flies, with mother-of-pearl wings and vibrant colors. In this hummingbird, in a small hidden nook on the fourth floor, There I am, dreaming the world through her shining diamond eyes. From here, I gaze upon a blue sky, painted with clouds of plasticine, Where the sun and the moon dance an eternal, cosmic waltz. On the city streets, the taxis are made of cinnamon and spar, And limousines glimmer under the rays of a porcelain moon. But amongst them, like an apparition, the girl with diamond eyes weaves her way, With her hidden mechanism, making her seem so graceful, so tender. Each evening, she crosses the grand boulevard, Her diamond hair trailing streaks of stars and comets. And every night, I lose myself in the dream of this world, Where everything is possible, where magic intertwines with reality, Where the girl with the diamond eyes is the queen of my dreams, And I, a mere tenant in her heart, view the world through her magical luster.