Adele Gaston

She is sitting in front of me at the quite restaurant on the upper west side in Manhattan. Her thin aristocratic hands are holding to the crystal glass filled with champagne that plays with the candlelight. She is slightly turning her beautiful head revealing a profile that unravels her pristine provenance: a nicely shaped nose, a delicate chin and the dark feather of the eyebrow.

Her light silhouette looks like it was cut from the dark paper and glued in to the redness of the wall paint. She is so feathery that it seems like it is a danger for her to sit next to the candle. I think that she could just fly away in flames and never come back.

She is my friend and I like looking at her. She has this dark elegance about the way she looks: black smoky eyes, big, in a shape of some outlandish gems. Dark diamonds? I've heard there are diamonds that are almost chocolate in color.

Her boyishly slim figure and narrow shoulders keep the mystery of the real woman. There is nothing about her that is tangible or openly reveled to the observation of the crowd. You need to know her to be able to open a little and elegant box with the name written in French with golden letters,: ADÈLE Gaston

I like to picture her in the dark men's suit walking on the streets of Paris. I think that the men's outfit and fedora would suite her the same way as they did to George Sand *. Well, Adele was born in France and it seems that the sound of an accordion is following her steps.

'' So, how are you my friend?'' Adele is looking straight at me with her big dark eyes full of genuine wonder. The French cadence of her voice strokes the funny waves around us. 'Bonjour!'' I am trying to speak to her in French and I hear her loud and free laughter. '' Well, you know how he is, never understands what real ballet is all about ..,'' Adele is starting to talk fast and non-stop about the man in her life. She is speaking really fast, lifting her arms up, leaning her body towards me, and engaging the space around her in one vivid dance. '' Yeah, I know what you mean,'' I say with a sigh, but she does not listen. She knows a lot about ballet and when it comes to someone who does not appreciate it she becomes really furious.