Strange as it may seem, those three women are far more mysterious and hermetic than the puzzling and semi-illusory city where they live. Nobody knows, by the way, if one day they were about to drown in a sea made with butterfly tears, or who knows if in those mystical secret life’s babblings that take shelter in the flowers of winter. The only thing that’s known about them, or at least all I can add about the limited knowledge you have about them, my dear and highly revered friend, is that they profoundly, intensely and vigorously love the outstanding exquisite idea of fondling. Indeed! How wouldn’t those three women cherish the idea of stroking more than anything else in this world, if they believe them to be like a truly unique dance which is performed around a most passionate furnace? They also love and are outright fascinated by the idea of dance, which portrays life itself in their eyes, being able to speak with a tongue which can raze the forbidden fruits from...