One has raspberry scented glitter in her hair, the other one is blackened to the toes, they’re plunged in a soap bubble room. “I was wrong again, you know? It’s that… the people… how can they? What’s all this craving,…
Desdemona & Synthia September 25th, 2005
Anyway I’d still want, sometimes, to get enraptured in melancholic words, while I play with pearl strands sitting on baroque cushions, feeling like I belong entirely to a strange family, finding myself whole into it,into what they do and say…
Angelica, Amélie, Desdemona & Synthia (?) September 4th, 2006
I saw her from afar, sitting on the windowsill, a raven wing inside the room, the other one outside, warming in the last summer sunset, orange like the upcoming autumn. Her pose seemed calm and the light magnified it, making…
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…