I have kissed the dawn of summer
They embraced, they sustained each other, they hated and loved.
And she faltered in his arms. Her desolate heart stopped. She wanted to magnify time past, kiss the dawn of a summer that had just lost its leaves.
Love … in a corner of her lips, the word blossomed. It would not be repeated. It is useless to contemplate the contours of her face, it will not be repeated.
Imagine, she is naked, lifeless, against him. Cry, grow pale. Her slender body will never be his.

Bronze : 47 x 7 x 22 cm