The concrete feeling of time passing before your eyes. The touch of purple velvet as a reminder of burning sensation of desire. The perfect body revealed by the mist of the new dawn and that back-turned look that seems to turn the pages of your whole life. A pictorial hologram that brings past lovers together and discovers them in the faded scroll of memory. A memory scroll to the point where there is nothing but the beauty of serenity.
Maria Marcu 