Her legs are divine perfection.
In fact, she is divine perfection.
This makes me believe that the human race may have indeed
evolved but it was no random accident. For with a functioning
exquisitely beautiful form, smile, hair, skin and eyes like Anna
has, there must be a purpose. There must be some sort of purpose
and design.
Michelangelo believed that the human form was a reflection of
one's soul. When defending a woman in a court of law who was
accused of witchcraft, Michelangelo disrobed the woman and
argued, "here, look at this woman! Could an angelic woman like
this commit such heinous acts!?" The woman was found innocent.
And, thus, Michelangelo himself would marvel at Anna Gilligan.
If he were watching Red Eye last evening / this morn at 3 a.m.,
he too would see God in those heavenly thighs, calves, ankles,
wrists, hands, fingers, cheek bones, chin, skin, perfect little
nose, wondrous & kind & honest eyes and brilliant hair.
She also has a smart fashion sense and possesses the ability to
speak in a diplomatic yet straight forward and assertive manner.
She carries herself with poise and dignity.
Ben provide natura,
ne` conviene
a tanta crudelta`
minor bellezza,
che` l’un contrario
l’altro ha temperato.
Cosi` puo` ‘l viso
vostro le mie pene
tante temprar con
piccolo dolcezza,
e lieve fare quelle
e me beato.
Nature arranged things
well, for no less beauty
should have been given
to such great cruelty,
so one opposite could
moderate the other.
In this way, your face
can moderate
my great sufferings
with little of its sweetness,
and, by making them
lighter, make me happy.
The Poetry of
Michelangelo
Yale University Press
Gli occhi mie vaghi
delle cose belle
e l’ alma insieme
della suo salute
non hanno altra
virtute
c’ascenda al ciel,
che mirar tutte quelle.
Dalle piu` alte
stele
discende uno
splendore
che `l desir tira a
quelle,
e qui si chiama
amore.
Ne` altro ha il
gentil core
Che l’innamori e
arda, e che ‘l consigli,
C’un volto che
negli occhi lor somigli.
My eyes, desirous
of beautiful things,
and my soul, likewise,
of its salvation,
have no other means to
rise
to heaven but to gaze at all such things.
For from the highest
stars
descends a brilliant
light
that pulls desire toward them,
and down here is
called love.
Nor has the noble
heart aught
that can make it burn
and love, and that can guide it,
but a face that in its
eyes resembles them.
The Poetry of
Michelangelo
Yale University Press
"John French" / John Alan Conte Jr.