It’s amazing how much the male view on woman
is determined by biological triggers
and how much the female image is a fiction.
The real person behind the projection
easily might be overlooked.
The photographic image of a woman
regularly is telling a tale of beauty.
For a long time I wasn’t interested in
that kind of images at all because
they didn’t make any sense to me.
Maybe I am now looking back in a time
that has passed long by now,
and the beauty I am
starting to accept is the beauty of youth.
