The boy looks so gentle with a rose on his head and a refined appearance. Elegant motions make noble his body and sweet words mild his heart. I THE prince, chose him as my squire and in far away lands and lost worlds we have shared fire, water, food, a pallet, interwoven with memories, a life, adorned with colours, a destiny, embroidered with love. We have drunk at the spring of Eternal Youth and from time immemorial we, sometimes hidden, live our adventures in the minds of men.