Book: Victoria

Imagine that you look at the earth from the bird's flight - she looks like a beautiful and strange papal mantle. Into its folds people wander, they wander in pairs, evening, all is quiet, this is the hour of love. <...> I think it's the big picture: I often saw her before his mind's eye, and every time I felt my chest open up and take in his arms the whole earth. Here they are - the people, animals, birds, and for each of them there comes an hour of love, Camille. Everything around is filled with passionate expectation, in the eyes burns the flame, chest flutters. The land fills a delicate blush, bashful blush all exposed hearts, and the night painted it scarlet blush. Only somewhere in the distance stands a huge rock sleep, he saw nothing, heard nothing. The next morning, the Lord shines all around with your rays of the hot sun.