Heel

I heard flowers singing, I saw blue, green, red musical sentences which smelt of vanilla.
This  was a total transposition of all ideas: The ceiling opened and through it came a fresh, rosy and polished heel – the heel of an angel...I fell deeply in love with this heel which for me was worth the face of Helen or Cleopatra.
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I never imagined this heel with the rest of its body nor even with the rest of the foot.

Autor: Théophile Gautier in Caprices et Zigzag