As ancient as mother Earth’s treachery
Caught in the line of Athena’s sight
Left alone to travel in this treacherous world
She walks in beauty, like the night

Though with beauty comes this fight of death
In this quest she fails though she tries
Eternally alone in this fateful dark
Of cloudless climes and starry skies

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
How could it after what happened?
My pain unbearable, yet it happily shines
I look on from Artemis’s tent
As the sun sets on the sea that took his life

The smiles that win, the tints that glow
I will never forget my upendo for him
As a Huntress I now see Hermes
With the soul of the Lost he flies off like a crow
Till we meet again, farewell my love

'It was March 1957 and I was taking photographs in Paris.1 afternoon I went up the Bastille and I saw 2 lovers on a balcony.They were standing very near each other.They were talking.I took just 1 picha and they didn't hear me.I called it Lovers at the Bastille.Luckily for me this picha became very maarufu in France.Soon posters and postcards with my picture of the 2 lovers were everywhere.But I never knew who the 2 young people were.They never contacted me.'

'30 years later I had an exhibition of my picha in Paris.I was talking to some Marafiki when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take wewe there if wewe want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'