My Garments

The robe that dresses me that covers me and covers may even be poor but it's not fret ... It's not just fabric, it's not just lines, no silent buttons ... It is sunlit, is anointed with the moon, perfumed by breezes ... Put on my dreams, show off my fantasy, discover me the beauty of my joy ... It is a noble man's robe of a gentleman being that to shine does not lack of other demanding costumes ... It's normal what life is l,this way it's simple how everything has to be ... It's the elegant robe that so well represents me ... and covers ...!