My desert

Le désert chez nous – it’s a cold one. Feeling ugly, stupid – lourde and emprisonée dans le corps. And one day there is the white snow – a wide empty landscape making you light – élévée – in a waste land. A warm bathing water flows around you, and than by-and-by the warmth itself takes away your blood, leaves you cold and lifeless… inanimée d’une manière bizarre…

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