"I bring you in your hands the forgetfulness of the bad times that you have lived, Love! And for your wounds the ointment With which I will heal my own pain. My gestures are waves of Sorrento ... I bring in the name the letters of a flower ... It was from my eyes herons that a painter took the light to paint the wind ... I give you what I have: the sleeping star, the mantle of the evening sunsets, the sun that is golden, the wave that throbs. I give you the world that God made! - I am the One you miss, The Princess of the tale: "Once upon a time ..."