Beauty has always been a possible purpose of art, but never enough to define it or to be the reason for its existence. Kant stated that "An artwork is not the representation of a beautiful thing, but the beautiful representation of a thing", is always contradicted by the innumerable representations that never managed, nor will manage, to approach the infinite original beauty. Beauty, this, is in the fragility that is its strength, in the wonderful difference that is its equality, which fits and completes forming a whole. This is a tribute to women, to friends, girlfriends, companions, who are my sun, my storms, my sugar, my spices, my encounter, my destruction, my dream, my madness.