E lá vinha ela por lá com seus olhos, lá vinha.
O observador desatento diria que eram olhos como os da irmã, verde-vivo. Mas não eram. De fato eram muito diferentes. Ambos os pares eram verde-vivo, mas eram tão diferentes entre si quanto o preto era do branco. A irmã mais nova tinha olhos verdes risonhos como ela que sorriam com ela para tudo e todos. Todos diziam que eram lindos. Eram comportados, eram o tipo de olhos que se esperaria ver em anúncios de revista e atrizes de novela. Não, os olhos da mais velha não eram como os dela.
O observador atento notaria que os olhos da mais velha eram mais escuros, eram um verde profundo. Segredavam algo de selvagem e indomado, carregavam a mata profunda. Diziam que ela tinha Olhos de Floresta, não eram olhos para anúncios e cinemas. Eram poderosos como a natureza e o tempo, eram fascinantes, sedutores e aterradores. Olhar neles era encarar a tempestade, o mar bravio e o céu da meia noite sem fim. ERam uma força da natureza, aqueles olhos de floresta.
Eles adornavam um semblante sério, transmitindo um ar desafiador e uma vontade de ferro.
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The distracted viewer would say those were eyes like of her sister's, bright green. But they weren't. As a matter of fact, they were much different. Both pairs were bright green, but were so different from one another as as black is from white. The younger sister had smiley green eyes like her, who smiled to everything and everyone. Everybody said they were beautiful. Those eyes were behaved, were the kind of eyes you would expect to see in magazine advertisements and movies actresses. No, the elder sister's eyes were not like hers.
The focused viewer would note the elder's eyes were darker, were a deep green. They secreted something of wild and untamed, beared the deep jungle. They said she had Forest Eyes, were not eyes for magazines and cinemas. They were powerful like nature and time, were fascinating, seductive and terrifying.To look in them was to face the storm, the wild sea and the endless midnight skies. Were a force of nature, those Eyes of Forest.
They framed a serious face, transmiting an air of defiance and an iron will.