A man with a soul boiling with passion and ideas, an intelligent man and at the same pure, filled with subtelty, with psychological penetration, while naive, with innocence's of a man, talks about love, about women and how he sees them, about people, about the creation of the world from chaos. From this nervous monologue then breaks away a psychological life, indeteminate, but real, a sort of intellectual symphony, which surprises you with its accuracy with which the disparate elements intertwine.