What is it you´re doing to me?…

Those immense inner riches are there…locked in the most secret chamber of one´s soul…A chamber to which there is no key. But than out of the blue comes someone…whose very smile unlocks the secret door, unleashing all this lavish and protrusive beauty…


To Phoebe

…did I see you in the glittering shadow of a myth,
in a never happened yesterday
…or in an oft foretold story?