“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…

“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…
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…
“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…
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…
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…