I always thought that this girl, Frida, was the archetype of Mediterranean women.

A solitary, independent and self-contained marriage with universality, with ostensibly motley bridesmaids, which compose a diverse common beginning and ending in perpetuity.

With bridesmaids – spearheads of the greatness and tragedy of human existence.

A course that follows the miraculous recovery from biological confinement and leads to an escape from the taboos of convention and from the individual’s confinement in exclusively cognitive experiences.

A course that universally leads to the ultimate glorified symbol of conquest: Alexander The Great.

The light cannot be trapped – it is always diffused.