The gaze of dusk and the charm of one night, reminding of two loversÕ taste, hidden by hot reflexes of love and by irreverent provocations.

An abstract conscience, enthralled by essences and odours of a beauty that leads me to loose reason, step by step, up to the door of my suite.

Since that night, still persists over my skin a perfume I live and I listen to; it speaks of seduction, while, from my roomÕs glass I am admiring nocturnal Singapore.