I know that gaze, lost in the beginning, then it dears to look at my eyes and penetrates and then it dissolves again. Intensity, passion, mystery. Things around are a partial text of what it is a whole and I would like to discover; like separating petals in a flower. What’s underneath that gorgeous mask? I wonder how you would love, if you have… If you have been loved. I would like to know your failures, your success and fears, what makes you feel alive, sad, angry; what your purpose in life is. I do not know if I would talk to you, if you would talk to me. I just know that I only have this moment that I can always remember.