Eros
Tired by his pursuit, the divine Eros fell asleep, laying in the flowers, his beautiful child's head leaning on the snow of his wings. But he wakes up and is already smiling to his next victory and his impatient wings quiver open for the flight. Which heart is he going to pierce? Which deep wound is he going to open? Where is he going with that wicked look which seems to follow the flight of a victim amused by its troubles? There is all the grace, youth and adolescence in that beautiful, supple and envious Childs body.