sleep She says the actor. Seem to do, sleep. Is at the center of the empty room, on white sheets spread on the same floor.
He sits beside her. The flash looks. Nor is there
chairs in this room. No doubt he has brought the sheets and then, immediately afterwards, one by one, door after door, closed the other rooms of the house. This room overlooks the sea and the beach. No garden. He left there
spider yellow light.
certainly do not know exactly why he has done with the sheets, doors, light.
She sleeps.
He does not know. Look sleep, open hands, his face still strange. The breasts, beauty, eyes cerrados.Si had left the door open to other rooms, she would undoubtedly come to see. It's what he had to think.
He looks at the legs resting, smooth as the arms, breasts. Breathing is equally clear, long. And under the skin of his forehead, quietly, the flow of blood that beats, slowed by sleep.
Except for this central yellow light falling from the chandelier, the room is dark, round, was bound, closed, without any cracks around the body.
black hair blue eyes , Marguerite Duras
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