I hardly know what to say about this book.
It is one of those little treasures, like a jewel that we dare not wear and admire the sun without being able to tire, we never forget.
"From where have you been, young woman who knows songs quon loved in my youth? Harp where exudes an air of play, let me to hand over your strings.
And he stroked her hair. "
Of course, all the stories did not please me. But some are so marked that I could read them again and again without me tired.