Pont Alexandre III, Les Invalides
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
I was sitting with my hands on my knees and my eyes wandering on her face, counting every wrinkles.
She was talking cheerfully about the day we had been spending together from that morning until we were inside the boat.
From her front, her eyes, down to her nose… until my eyes stopped on her lips.
I didn’t listened to her, I wanted to go further…. I took my eyes going inside her lips, through her larynx, listening the vibrations of her vocal cords.
Suddenly I felt like my life was thrown out of her mouth, hitting the wall of the boat that swung left and right as she asked me, “ are you enjoying your day ?”
I stuttered, trying to find the right answer…