" At dawn, when the darkness begins to fade with the incipient light and the sun's warmth gains intensity, the silhouette of the wild rose blurs against the light. The dew that wets its petals evaporates with the heat of the sun's rays and creates an aura around it that moves whimsically in the morning breeze. The curiosity inherent in my profession leads me to approach and savour this queen when she wakes up and her scent is unique. My instinct guides me to the moment when this queen's heart is uncovered to enter, among the dew and the twilight, to steal her reason for being. The master's instinct is to pierce the rose's aura to capture, in a chord, this instinct ." - Ramon Monegal