ME

 

(perhaps still quite enchanted with existence, desiring above all else to keep a face full of seductions, and feeling sudden impulses of the heart, all the feeling of herself with the clouding of the very open senses, of the contacts, of the sudden tastes and of the expenses involved as a sign of self-consideration --- perhaps exaggerating in seeking to immortalize herself in any party or intimate gathering, like a peeled and succulent moon, in short; in no fairy tale seeing herself degraded by giving herself to men who are not of her level, to unattractive annoyances ---- always preferring the living idea of ​​a prolonged youth, continuous in the measure of its daily lightness --- "Did I perhaps take from the abyss of my chest souls of unthought thoughts, and visions" ??? ‘’To see only on each side – and along the road, between mists – in the perspectiveless distance – you alone’’ (E.A.Poe) --- a relationship often very vague with the ‘’subtle’’ conductor of the gaze, where the memories of HER, an inner region of capturing loose forms (a case of creating and not reproducing), echoing multiple vibrations, of her self-absorbed pride and sensuality --- recent appearances were calmer than ever, ego feeding on a series of graduated approximations with no name yet clear: the desire to see her that increased my attention to everything, until "seeing" her, in a ghostly transition from the unconscious to consciousness, without many previous steps beyond the successive states of the private flame, her qualities of patience with life and practical energy, which always cool her bed before sleeping, tired of exerting herself throughout the day or at the moment of waking and getting up full of sleep, projecting some light of the dream in the light of her polished nails, a (perhaps) new feeling capable of being experienced immediately, affirmed "visu" to form a base of stable duration despite all the cons, and counting on such a feeling to resume any feigned game, amiable as the ferrous sound of a knife sharpening, cordial and familiar to the bearable extent of its concessions, sometimes in a fun and modern affectation of any film, intended to imitate the playful atmosphere of ridiculous virtual advertisements, full of a secret, misinterpreted mysticism with which, deep down (one can see), SHE doesn't know what to do)