Barefoot walked towards the bathroom.
I felt the cold floor beneath your feet.
A shiver went up and down her legs already felt the nostalgia of her hot body, clinging to my underwear.
"Now sleep." I whispered, trying not to make noise.
When asleep, every man becomes fragile.
brings with it intimate desires and intimate fears.
The faces in a labyrinthine world of images and meaning.
then wakes up and takes breath. The
dominates the ugly, unspeakable courage.
or hide it with cowardice.
He ...
An old body shivered with pleasure and still they tried.
He had tried to me that night.
looked at my swollen breasts, my legs firm.
I was a young woman then.
be born years earlier would have allowed me to own it ... After years of not knowing at all ...
choose from I did not know the odds, then opened the door.
bathed in blue, I felt almost out of breath.
closed my eyes, disoriented, to find my breath.
as a vestal, I knelt in front of the bathtub.
Blue, blue as the lake that I had watched from the window, I, myself, and my desire to escape from that dark red, to escape the cold blue, run away from him, by his genius hungry ...
The water began to flow.
few tears are lost in the scent of salt.
"Tomorrow, I'll go." Water
smoking.
I plunged like a siren imprisoned.
Slowly, dangerous, that water flowed, warming up in the empty heart.
closed my eyes, eyelids, slowed down as they went down by the weight of a surplus of fear.
On my face down drops, sweet. How
rain.
Rain on my eyebrows so black that seemed to please but I cried.
My body was embraced by that delicious sense of life. And
forgot Tomorrow ...
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