It was the little spider that supported a silk thread on a jasmine leaf and then hung over it, soothing her desires.
It was the foolish lizard that hid at the root of the Alexandrian, afraid of the shadow of solitude.
It was the wing from Sevi's dream that pierced like a knife into a ripe grape.
It was the sigh from the unrequited love of Souli that made the stone fountains sweat.
It was the knots of poison in Sideria's soul that focused on the cyclamens and dried them out.
It was Leo's breath that flickered on the wings of the white butterfly, preventing it from drifting off to sleep.
It was the love of Damascus that opened the buds of the begonia.
All these were mixed together. Who could separate them... And for what purpose?
[Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]
