A literary text by Michel Costagutto accompanies the photographs: "When I look at a woman's mouth, I bite into a strawberry; I feel its freshness, its curve, the juicy and tart roundness that troublingly evokes for me the sweet and acrid mystery of the undergrowth... Sarah, that is her name. The first time I saw Sarah she stirred in me the trembling set off by the exquisiteness of this frail little pink bomb, grained with red, that one rubs against the lips, equal sometimes to the frozen breeze of a light frosted sugar — so that in that suave instant the skin shivers like a breath of desire."