“How will remind me the coming centuries? -Poem of Chevalier de Lorraine
“how will remind me the coming centuries?
when only left my scent?
With pleasure or sophistication, With lust or with anxiety, Present or absent?
Beauty is only the beginning, The bonding means in me charming. The taste, the elegance, is the way. The paper i choose, my play, Like the smile of my reflection in his eyes, Which are not blue, but ice.