There were layers of darkness. Tom and Maïto just had dinner. But then, why? she said. She passed it over, and sighed -medically speaking, of course. They drank a bottle of wine and now feel sleepy. ‘Blue! Blue! The sky was blue. It’s the sea that was green!’
And onwards and onwards…
Glasses were being filled now and again:
‘I can’t sop! Stop! I wish I could stop!’
… slightly dry and brown in places
/// I’m going to Barcelona soon. I’m just so excited! ///
No more reality. More spontaneity… Less money. Why?
if you are French, or indeed read french, have a read of christian bobin, below. Very few of his books are available in english on amazon. :(