A powerful gaze and a cry,as if he would destroy me,with a soldier’s composure,he demanded something supernatural.
I became an allegory of the call to arms,prepared for battle,with no hesitation to act,where to begin, here or there.
At first I kept watch with my eyes,the only organ of psychological inquiry,I could not trust my own nervous eyes,nor his reactionof a soldier... but with fear.
I assumed a grave expression,so much that my hair, from its sweet swirlingin the shape of a triple diadem,looks simultaneously like a flock of doves,like a bouquet of hyacinths,but also like a tangle of snakes...
