DEJA VU Strange and Sudden Memory

A woman, no longer very young, but still beautiful, with a golden diadem in her hair, sits with her gaze lost in the void. Perhaps she has just come down from her stylite column that appears behind her and that partially hides a night sky whose clouds are illuminated by the whiteness of the moon. Who knows what the fleeting memory may be that she does not know whether to define as real or imaginary... perhaps some memory of previous lives awakened during spiritual practices in the long periods of asceticism, at the top of her column. S.B.