Ten whole years.Really,how did they pass,he
asked himself.
It was like yesterday that passion tempted and
actuated him
to write again and again "Letters to Marios".
There,in his small room,under the imposing and
synchronously
erotic glance of "Mona Lisa",he was balancing dangerously
over "Death Connections".
He took his pen and began to give life in his
thoughts,as
the "Afternoon Light''floodlighted
the room.
'A small tribute to our friendship'