Within

More than the image of a lily in a clean mirror, you shine in the mirror of my eyes: passing through all the dark curtains, penetrating the barrier of mercury, iron, lead... settling in me like an ardent heart in the cage of my chest — without the mediation of spells and objects — like the rhythm of the gypsies' dance — without the mediation of a loudspeaker — in the depth of my ear. Passing through all distances, you came you set your lily in my flowerpot facing the mirror: and more than the image of a lily in a clean mirror, you grew in me like an eternal paradise in the midst of hell...