to Seba I loved her from that very first moment. Something in her look attracted me. I found her expression beautiful and melancholic at once, like Monna Lisa’s one, but there was more. “Her hazy smile confused me, I found that clear immediately. An only thing was meant to me, to look for what I couldn’t see”. It seemed that an invisible veil of indifference was covering her face, making her feelings inscrutables. Was she getting sad? Was she getting happy? I couldn't tell… The only thing I felt, was that underneath that “quiet” she was constantly evolving. She was a human being in “becoming”, but becoming what? I caught in her face millions of facets. Maybe she had been sad a minute ago and now she was getting happy, or maybe she had just been happy and now she was getting sad… It was like she had already been, infinite times happy and infinite times sad. If she was supposed to smile, her smile contained every nuance of happiness...