If I have a SOUL, it’s fully glittering and sparkling of white naked transparency.

White little figures haunt our collective unconscious.

They’re quiet innocent and waiting for nothing.  

Peacefully figures with a sort of permanent mischievous attitude.

They incarnate souls of dead persons we love and  seem to try to make us in contact whith lost persons.

They got a place in my heart.

Alice Odilon.