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Julie’s Heart
Sitting in this dark room in Jaipur, beside a lamp that scatters light like stars from forever ago, it seems to me as if time has vanished, that each date I have ever seen or heard of has been nothing but the creation of an absurd mind, each boundary has been nothing but a fevered…
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Release
I wanted to write to you about my day and how I haven’t been able to keep my eyes open, how it feels like death in small and diluted sips – don’t you remember the story I told you that night, about the poison girls of ancient India, used as assassins, who were made immune…
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Tranströmer
My love, it will be midnight in an hour – and I am still thinking about the ghost of the Swedish doctor, the one living in the huge house on the cliff, the one where I existed and didn’t – is it this one, the house? The Blue House, Tomas Tranströmer It is night with…
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Budenmayer
I had a strange dream last night : at the Gare Saint-Lazare, in that café, the one where Alexandre Fabbri was waiting for Veronique – you must remember when I made you watch the film, you were so tired that evening but you couldn’t say no to me, I sat there all night beside you,…
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Crossed destinies
You will go to all the invisible cities of the world, to planets beyond this one, to galaxies one cannot even dream of, to hearts whose colours have not even been discovered, drink the fatal wine, turn into light – able to reach anywhere – and then darkness – to touch what nothing else can.…
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Shatranj
My love, you speak about arrogance and submission as the only two possibilities, as if between yes and no, there are no other answers, as if the king in that old courtyard of Jaipur cannot dismiss the game, as if the queen can’t feel betrayed for being played at all, as if the maharajah cannot…
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forgiveness
Thousands of kilometers away – so far that it doesn’t even matter how far – in the morning (after you’ve left, perhaps even from the memories of my heart but one can’t be certain of that) I get up and have a cup of tea – spiced Assam in winters, Darjeeling first flush in summers,…
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The call of the void
My dear, I woke up – I use the phrase casually because you know that I didn’t sleep all night – knowing what I wanted to write, what I wanted to tell you, how I wanted to phrase the sentences. But then the day wore on, last night’s spell – for it must have been…
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And other unfinished stories
My dear, of course — all our lives, this and the others, have been nothing but documents of loss. That we’ve lost each other irretrievably is no news : this third planet from the sun, don’t you know, is known in all the universes for its coldness– no one can match it in its precise…
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Mercury / or, Hermes
I woke up today and everything was fog. All the clarity, the tropical sun, the warmth : disappeared in a night, it didn’t take much, not even twenty-four hours, not even a significant drop in temperature but I could feel the coldness spreading through my bones, the wetness of winter dripping in my mind drop…
