Invitation charming,
After my long walk wandering, I borrow the street bordered by a hedge of boxwood with a line, and found a home with white wooden facade, accented by contrast the moon in the night without stars.
Three windows on the floor and from one of them, the intimacy of a noticeable halo lamp.
rigid canvas blinds, crown their inclination to three rectangles as heavy eyelids blackened and a dense black. And adding in ancillary relief, the shutters remained open.
A blast pushes my shoulder, asking me to come closer to the house as the wind coaxes, playing with the fringes of the awning.
was allowed to it low over the bay, but the window is traversed by the inner light, the golden glow flooding the ground floor.
I went to watch the show which is offered in the window, but no trace human.
Nothing requires me redo them, then a question ghost slips into the night.
Do I desire to push the door? Enter
in the privacy of those places, whose invitation to rest is given on a sign near the hedge of boxwood.
"Rooms for Tourists".
Mille-Christine Jouhaud
Monday, November 10, 2008
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Glance Invitation text charmer!
Breath suspended
apnea in contemplation
son gossamer texture
delicate restraint
into interrogation presage a hidden beyond ...
Marie-Lydie Joffre
Discover texts Mille-Christine Jouhaud on the site of the writing workshop, Menahem Carole Lilin
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