CM: While walking without any specific purpose, in a wet afternoon in one of the central avenues of Brussels I encountered the love of my life. On one of the road's plaques emerged fleetingly in front of me a little red touch of paint. It was a moment of enlightening, during which I came out of myself and shimmered with her in an unprecedented rhythm beyond space and time. So calmly, without drawing the people's attention, joined man and wife, cold and hot, dryness and humidity, darkness and light. The union lasted as much as the shutter of photographic memory. As a sin, it vanished as if it never existed. I found her name desperately as I lifted my gaze towards the road sign - "Louiza".
