Hearing the name for the first time, it sounded both familiar and joyfully Italian, but though it was pronounced thousand times a day by the crowd of the gentlemen gathered in the club, it was, in fact, no more than a simple acronym, G.G., they'd  coined when talking about their marvelous host, whose arms were golder than arms had ever been, in their long silk gloves. Golden Gloves, they called her G.G., for never a skin was so soft upon theirs, never their flesh so tightly enclosed, never their blood so tenderly warmed and gently boiled. The minute you met Gigi, your tongue filled your mouth and you felt like a thirsty man.
    Gigi was the star of a house of the Eastern. From the day she appeared, the house became her and all the gentlemen in town, and furthermore, in the distant lands, came everyday, to the place where they could enjoy food, fine alcohols and the company of adorable women. And for she was Gigi, nowhere else than there, you could meet the bankers, the officers, the artists, the whole people of high spirit brothers,  whispering and hoping for the lady to finally show herself.
    What I remember is not a face, not a picture, and none of the fellows, who shared those extraordinary days, could describe you Gigi, as she was then, for Gigi, was not a woman of flesh, a model, nor a beautiful doll, Gigi was a feeling. She was their feeling, and any of the lucky men who, at any time could even kiss her fingers under their golden silk, would tell you how unforgettable the moment will always be.
    Adoration, for the woman was a goddess, shiny as wooden statue enlaced with gold. Gigi  was  the perfect lover of all the men she  had elected  and chosen  to share instant of her life. Lovable, she was, but like no other,  loving all of her lovers. And maybe that was the reason why they just could not fight with her against her wish,  she, a free woman leading their slave minds, she,  never to be living in a birdcage.
    This day, I was lucky, I will remember each and every day of my life, and would like to take it away in heaven if this kind of item is permitted. As I've told, every afternoon, Gigi received the whole delegation of pretenders for a tea time, when she would speak to the honorable men who had come to visit her. The gentlemen dressed with the best suits, in a vast room walled with flowers, filling the air with their strong fragrance in the rumor of the servants handling the reception in an indescribable manner. And suddenly, the miracle. Mrs Gigi. For one half, the gentlemen were on their chairs, petrified, devoted to the perfect Beauty, for the other half, trying and get nearer to  Mrs Gigi, and may be, tell her  a  "Good afternoon" , that would fill their life for the rest of their days with the light of her divine smile given back as a silentious but fully loving answer.
    Gigi, could have received an armada, she had the noble kind, the gracious nature of  a lady she was,  and further more  this  ability  to  be with everyone of us no less no more, but absolutely, here and then. So each day, she and a lucky one, were to leave to another room for more conversation. And why an artist like I, who could not even buy  one shoe of the pairs these chairmen owned battallions of, in their castles,  why she let me share the beyond hours this very day, is that when  she asked me what I'd like to do with her, I sincerely answered that I dreamed she and I flew in the blue sky together, thing made many a man laugh loudly, saying: "Artists! ", but during a real short time, for she added, pushing them out like dust: "Please leave us alone, Gentlemen, this little man and I now will go butterfly." Nothing was to be added, neither then, nor later. The only thing to know is that, following one's heart, faithfully, absolutely, is the piece of advice that should be always given. Heart is the key to the dreams.
    Details, as well as a description of Mrs Gigi, I can not retrieve, but what I shared with my fellows is the seal that my soul got from this hour and for all those to come through out the galaxies with their millions stars, so much darker, compared to the essence of Gigi.