You didn’t know what you held in your hands,
What you tamed by touch…
What tenderness and delicacy…
You didn’t know…
But you desired it.
That what is inaccessible and distant to others.
It’s like the desire for everything material…
Not knowing how to handle this fragile matter, you caused its permanent damage.
You were not allowed to touch or experience it.
I don’t feel like others.
You hurt me.
You did it because of your selfish desire to possess the extraordinary.
Now, when it hurts – you’re not here.
I need to life myself up and regenerate,
although I don’t know how to do it myself.
It was a blow, greedy rummaging in my pure heart,
which, in turn, you can neither lift nor protect.

by Femme Finale

Film: Kodak Tri-X 400
Camera: Pentacon Six TTL  + 80/2.8