"Her secret" "Stepping, dancing, floating across the grass Brushing dry leaves from our path Let's return from a meeting where everyone spins in a deceptive dance Let the fog hide our tracks Let the rain wash away our reflections Contrary to all the stories told afterwards We will create our own legend It will pass through millennia and return I once touched your reflection And you caressed the cold surface of the mirror Keep our secrets and absorb all the feelings of that time I will quietly touch the very edge of history with my fingertips So that waves will run across the mirrored surface of the century " Film self photo Kodak gold 200 3600x5400 pxl 300 dpi 2025