As they kiss, the third Ondine calls. Hans dies. Ondine looks around in puzzlement. She asks, “Who is this handsome young man lying here, can you bring him back to life, Old One?” He replies, “Impossible.” As the curtain falls Ondine says, “What a pity! How I should have loved him!” [Ondine - a play by Jean Giraudoux]
It takes hard work and discipline to sculpt a body as emaciated as those who suffer from malnutrition.
The fruit having been tasted,
There is no frame to fit in.
All youthful beauty spoiled,
We are the opposite of what we were.
Sill we are the same,
Now exiled from our boxes
And free to wander,
To gaze at the life we never did live.