The Harlequin compresses, in a perfect unitary whole, essences of epochs, of intense experiences, of ways to love, of passionate effluences. The story has a dual flow, in sliding planes. One having the speed and the modernism of the present, the other, the aesthetics and romance of other times.
The story of Natasha is wrapped in an ethereal sensuality that is always present, due to the experimental way of tasting the environment, practiced by its protagonists, but some episodes of ravishing passionate eroticism and exaggerated sexual fetishes do appear, almost clinically observed, like a sequence of symptoms that establish a diagnosis.
The Harlequin is a seductive cultural, historical and psychological journey. A journey in time and space, but also on the meandering paths that ensure the connection between mind and soul. It's a documentary-warning and a manifesto of hope. A sumptuous novel, of a bizarre splendor, like a museum of torture arranged in a waltz salon.