"...Only on stage was he able to rediscover his soul. The explosion, the intensity that reached him from the audience moving all together like a ravenous colourful monster, the electric guitar strings that seemed to shoot towards the sky, a powerful emotion. He gave it all without sparing himself, his throat tensed in the effort. His face glistened with sweat that ran down onto his muscular chest, sculpted by long hours in the gym. He ran from one side of the stage to the other, his body agile and flexible, panther-like, mysterious.
The girl too heard him that night. As she took shot after shot and the camera immortalised the images, a surge of energy began to pass through her veins. The dancing... the sweat... the wet hair curled up on his neck, the way he put out his tongue, his smooth golden skin, his big voluptuous lips with a cupid's bow incredibly drawn, his teeth flashing in the dark, his nervous, sensitive fingers flying over the keys of the piano, or the frets of the guitar, his bulging, tensed biceps... Suddenly she took her eye from the viewfinder, feeling the need to observe him directly, to look at him, to taste that moment in all its fullness. His beauty was luminous. In that instant she had the vision of what he was, his present, his future. It was as if a god had taken shape in front of her in all his splendour...".
