NINFE

NINFEE (Oil painting on canvas art by Giuseppe Dorazio)

"Everything I do is to believe in divergent thinking, to believe that there is a different perspective; the way I challenge research, leads art into passion, an archetype into a painting, an emotion into a story."

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To love is to accept the dance of time, and in that moment, the two nymphs were part of this ballet. Each step brought them closer to the final act, but on that night, there was only the fragility of promises and the truth of their hearts. Golden leaves continued to fall, silent witnesses to their encounter, dissolving upon contact with the warmth of their bodies.

She placed her lips on the other's breast, kissing it with infinite tenderness. The other nymph slightly drew back, arching her back between modesty and pleasure, her eyes half-closed in an expression of sweet torment. She felt the warmth and delicacy of that kiss, a touch that caressed her soul.

With a trembling hand, she sought support, resting on her lover's rib in a gesture that was both of attraction and possession. Her fingers delicately rested on the smooth skin, feeling every heartbeat.

In the labyrinth of desires and fears, love burns bright but brief, while time reveals hidden cracks and paints its marks, leaving ashes that the wind disperses. But before, there exists the dream of an instantaneous eternity.