Lady step in the green freedom.
“The hours were passing like ivory chess figures, striking piano notes,
and the minutes raced on wires mounted like tin soldiers.
Hours like tall ebony women with gongs between their legs,
tolling continuously so that I couldn’t count them.
I heard the rolling of my heart-beats;
I heard the footsteps of my dreams,
and the beat of time was lost among them like the face of truth“
*Anais Nin – french author*