“Come, we have to celebrate!” says Angelica, smiling… Angelica is smiling! lightly, her eyes are smiling too, the dark and dangerous grin sleeping on the bottom of her iris. “You’re dressed in black Angelica! How comes?” “I’ve learned the fertility…
Angelica and Amélie April 13, 2006
I found the little door wide open, almost ripped from the frame, like an eye open on a world showing me what was left of Amelie’s room: the padding of the walls was scattered, like a cat way too big…
Synthia (?) March 31, 2006
“Am I scary?” she wonders, looking at her reflection in the mirror Looking at herself in the eyes… the eyes, just so… “remember, the eyes are the mirror of the soul!” used to say the great grandmother… she repeated it…
Amélie and Synthia (?) March 20, 2006
Am I a diabolum? I answer questions with more questions, endlessly, without ever coming to a conclusion… the perfect incarnation of a philosopher, no doubt about that… Gave me birth for this maybe? To give nothing but questions, a step…
House chores: getting things done
Real life story to begin this post: the other night I went at a friend’s place, to spend sometime together doing nothing and drinking beer. The obvious result, if you put three girls in a room with time, space and…