Innocence Chloé 1995

Innocence smells innocent, pleasantly green, like a hidden garden with a fragrant sea of blossoms.

I see a virgin rising from the sea, then again a spring queen among the Celts. And the dream of Kätchen conveyed to us by Heinrich von Kleist!

Cause of love: Count von Strahl: "What binds you to my steps?
Käthchen: My noble lord! You ask too much of me.
And if I lay as I do before you now,
before my own consciousness there,
on a golden judgment seat let it throne
and all the terrors of conscience stand by it
in flaming armor,
then every thought would still
speak to what you asked: I do not know."

Dreamy lingering near the beloved in a great bubble, unreachable for reality is preprogrammed.