This poetic book is composed on the victory of idealist drifts and halcyon romantic spheres. Indeed, the very idea of love remains a toil of heroic struggle while crossing vast ancient lands from the high alps of human isolation, the twisted rivers of dammed souls, the Homeric gardens of Kriti to the never-ending Hellenic kingdoms of Arcadian and dreams discovered at the core of every romantic final fantasy: "Love is the paragon of creation, love is the twilight of aristocracy, love is the trance of ecstasy, love is the genius of deceit!"