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Colour me in bright colours!
STONE
Today I feel longing, but not so much on the inside. I feel longing in the palms of my hands. In my neck. In my face.
Today my gestures seem distant, tired, like those of a stone. Almost prehistoric.
I bare my thighs to the cold, to the rain, to the immensity of the wind and to the depth of this cave, but it doesn't work.
Today I have all the caresses inside, but on the outside there is nothing, nothing.
Nothing.
