Ephelides stain your rough skin, soiled by the excess of your ambition and relentlessness in your profession, which spares you hardly any time and attention. At the hour of your break, which I will force you to grant yourselves, I will wash you. So that what I see inside reflects outside. Scattered all over your body are scars. Fearlessness engraves the memory on the skin, so that the flesh does not forget, that all virtues have a price to pay. I will heal them and kiss them. I love them, they are manifestations of your brave personality. If my love could also leave indelible traces, would you be proud to wear them ?