The jewels are useless. Maybe they serve just for asking me a kiss, attracting dangerous caresses. Your long necklaces draw your neck, indicate the navel, show paths to the hands, mark the darkness of oval reflections, they only serve to find you. The big rings with colored stones that you wear in the summer as icicles and in the winter as warmers have no other purpose than to enchant me as you point to the sea and the snow with your hands running everywhere as you play and talk. The large gold and silver rings are just mirrors that reflect the wind on some days and others close their hands in passion thoughts.