“A renewed appreciation of the grace of natural forms and a renewed sense of wonder at the diversity of the world we inhabit. Elegance is attained when all that is superfluous has been removed and woman finds simplicity and concentration: The simpler and more conscious her posture becomes, the more pulchritude it becomes. At least in part, people are interested in a subject in which they can identify on a basic level with the people who do it. The extraordinary aesthetics of nature is not obvious to someone who never leaves the city center. An appreciation of the grace and power of the laws of physics is an acquired taste. Character contributes to pulchritude. It fortifies a woman as her youth fades. A way of behaving, a standard of courage, discipline, fortitude, and integrity can do a lot to make a woman pulchritude. Pulchritude is a manifestation of a secret natural law, which otherwise would be hidden from us forever. Is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time. Is our weapon against nature; By it we make objects, giving them limit, symmetry, proportion. Pulchritude halts and freezes the melting flux of nature.”
On her cheeks, a radiance was reflected. And the dawn revives the gentle face, soft touch with her lips. And filled with the power of lightning, bright face, wash with dew, the sweetness of taking blue lungwort, gently touch their palms. Gifts from the wind-freedom, dreams. The gift from the sun is love without end. Pulchritude born in heaven, incarnated as a lassie forever. The sound of waves in her eyes riddles, secrets of silence, enchanting, magical light, which leaves a mark on the heart. And the darkness melts before her and drive slowly crazy. Her face is prettier than a rose and waterfall hair beauteous physique and light movement. She's unnatural on earth, and her lips entice the souffle, and the tenderness of the swan's neck, and sensual languid sights-everything excites. She has the rarest of devotional gifts. Let it shine like a star her holy pulchritude, what is more valuable than sapphire. And let the sinful world save. Give the universe a bright light and get kindness in return. The touch of the shining sun and the kiss of the moon at night revealing its ferocity and fragility.
On her cheeks, a radiance was reflected. And the dawn revives the gentle face, soft touch with her lips. And filled with the power of lightning, bright face, wash with dew, the sweetness of taking blue lungwort, gently touch their palms. Gifts from the wind-freedom, dreams. The gift from the sun is love without end. Pulchritude born in heaven, incarnated as a lassie forever. The sound of waves in her eyes riddles, secrets of silence, enchanting, magical light, which leaves a mark on the heart. And the darkness melts before her and drive slowly crazy. Her face is prettier than a rose and waterfall hair beauteous physique and light movement. She's unnatural on earth, and her lips entice the souffle, and the tenderness of the swan's neck, and sensual languid sights-everything excites. She has the rarest of devotional gifts. Let it shine like a star her holy pulchritude, what is more valuable than sapphire. And let the sinful world save. Give the universe a bright light and get kindness in return. The touch of the shining sun and the kiss of the moon at night revealing its ferocity and fragility.