Warm glow, that was how your return felt, I confess I did not expect that any human being could kill that bitter and sour taste of pride that totality carries. But you had to arrive, you asked for four minutes, of which I knew I could give you all that fit in the day, you broke paradigms and prejudices established in a mind disillusioned by your absence. Four minutes and your daring were enough to take up again the path that you dazzle, the one that without your presence, being still a short time, felt desolate and aimless.
Now on your return, I say it without scruples and with emotion, what a joy I feel when I see you pass through that door, a delight for my eyes to admire you, for my sense of smell to breathe you when I greet you and for my touch when I touch you. Lucky you, you can't imagine the emotional madness that you provoke in me when you appear in the distance, with normal clothes as always for you, but as beautiful as ever for me.
Photography by Pierre Wayser
