Like a very old link that we hold on to more than anything. Like the punctuations on an evening gown. Like the deep emotions that overlap each other. Like destinies that cross paths.
Like a clasp which is itself the jewel. Like the ball-bearing inside the dream machine. Like a marvellous attachment. Like a link in the eyes of all.
Like a rare shell found on the beach. Like a frivolity carved by the wind. Like the sculpted goddess of delicacy. Like the irregularity of things, that defines their infinite beauty.
Like the stone that is enough by itself. Like time frozen on the face of a watch. Like an irresistible treat. Like the purity of an exactitude.
Like a jewel discovered on an ancient site. Like the archaeology of elegance. Like the gold leaf that will dress a body. Like a modern classic.
Graine de gemmes
Like a journey to India. Like a palace in the throes of a party, in a pearl-coloured gown. Like the sumptuousness on the finger of a noble soul. Like a chapter of History murmured in our ears.
Like a lucky charm found in a meadow. Like the most beautiful way of seeing every colour. Like the flower of a secret. Like the most delicious candy.