There is a doorway, a secret passage that leads insatiably but surely to a woman’s heart. Since the beginning of time, many have misguidedly professed as to the means of transportation in reaching the core from which dreams and humanity are born. Others have only attempted at describing the feelings that emerge from having reached at last the coveted fruit. Whichever way prophets, poets, and composers have expressed the blueprint to a woman’s heart; none have quite seemed to conjugate into words the true essence of a woman.
And so, it remains a mystery. Almost as if God has quite left in us the forbidden fruit. Men, jealous and intrigued, perish at the feet of every woman. This is the essence of Pandora; hopeful and optimistic, carrying the built-in furnace in her heart and the blueprint on how to reach it in her hand.
© Jelenny Hernandez
“Man Lebt Nur Einmal”