“One morning we set sail, with brains on fire, and hearts swelled up with rancorous emotion, balancing, to the rhythm of its lyre, our infinite upon the finite ocean. [. . . ] But the true voyagers are only those who leave, just to be leaving [. . . ] And without knowing why they always say: “Let’s go!” C. B. Like Flowers of Evil, this collection suggests an aesthetic reinterpretation of beauty encompassed in metal frames marked by time in search of eternity. Strong matters like a symbol of the stylistic avant-gardism enlisted in the creative process.