Nocturno by Carlos Caicedo
Softly, slowly, the night invades your senses... The wind caresses your face with his icy silken hand... The darkness takes over your mind with subtle puffs of desire. The moon illuminates the world with her pale light. The trees of the forest whisper in the midst of the gloom. All these memories return to your mind... her black long hair, the depths of her eyes, all those warm kisses from her soft lips...
But you are still walking alone into the night. The voice of the dark is calling you.
The montage above is based, in part, on several public-domain image sources, including the following:
