I realize with surprise how much I am taken by human beauty. The result is that poetic emotion caused by what I see daily: faces glancing at me. Since I was very young, my deepest memories have been visual: the hands of my father, beauty in the eyes of my mother, attention and astonishment. Through the eye, love attains the heart. Glances confer so much more than what we are, but we only see what we are able to appreciate or what it is reflected of us in the observed reality.