




“Let the labyrinth of the wrinkles be furrowed in my brow with the red-hot iron of my very own life, let my hair whiten and my step becomes vacillating, on condition that I can save the intelligence of my soul.”
Salvador Dali.



“Let the labyrinth of the wrinkles be furrowed in my brow with the red-hot iron of my very own life, let my hair whiten and my step becomes vacillating, on condition that I can save the intelligence of my soul.”