he, in an atypical way, observed her hair hugged by the sun, then her skin stained by the stars, — stars so delicately sanctified in scent's spell of the queen-of-the-night soon after, his eyes got set on her, — his mind got fluidized, intercepting gently, the fairy essences of her body, so ripened, so greedy, so overflowing as him to get lost in her mirage in the meantime, — the stormy whispers of her soul have exteriorized, warning and pushing him to see her that she never sinned but in her dream, a dream of a banned love, — [now set aside] we've gathered here today to watch the faceless one man, the one who today can't smile anymore, the man one who lived without loving and we'll judge him, and his sentence will be harsh: we'll bury him and from his heart will grow a flower which poisons: — the queen of the night and we've gathered here today to watch the one faceless woman, the one who today can't smile anymore, the woman who lived without loving and