It was that insular throb of distance, so far away from all they knew that they became anything and everything
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem;
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you
Autors: Foto: ©Elliott Erwitt / Magnum
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size. Without that power probably the earth would still be swamp and jungle