She was dressed all in red. In a beautiful red of blood and fire.
The beret she wore on her head was black.
Black as the blackest ebony.
Black as the blackest death.
Her red dress was studded with black stars.
Her black beret was studded with gold stars.
She came to me.
She came to bring me the summer, the summer of my youth.
She had two golden hands and two tiny silver feet.
She had two deep eyes within which two stars and one destiny danced.
She handed me a cup of honey and a cluster of blond dates.
Then she kissed me. She kissed me and opened her arms to me
I laid my head on her young breast and dreamed...
— Renzo Novatore, Prophet of the Fire
Images: G.I. Kurnin - Planet of three suns, 1981
