Naked in the shadow of an old house

In the shadow of an old house, where the walls smell of dust and rain, she stands on the balcony, naked, as if time had stopped at that one moment. The sun sets behind the pine trees, penetrating through the thin branches, as if the light is trying to hold her.

There is lace on the floor that has fallen from a stool, and silence, like consciousness. Her shadow stretches across the ground like a ghost of the future. The skin glows with a soft warm shade, as if alive, not hidden from the eyes.  

A modern girl, naked, stands on the balcony of an old house, where the walls smell of dust and rain. Outside the window there are pine trees, shadows that absorb the morning. The sun sets behind the treetops, illuminating her body with a soft, warm light. There's lace on the floor that fell off a stool. The skin is smooth, natural, without makeup. There is silence all around, as if time has stopped.