the beginning of love
the beginning of love - 愛の始まり - le début de l’amour
Haruka sits with her back to the wall in the golden light of a lamp that gives her skin a dazzling glow. I seek her gaze to better understand what she said to me. I scrutinize with insatiable joy this jewel of flesh and bone that speaks without moving, one arm resting on her bare knee. I don't listen to him anymore. I am silent. I look at the motionless hand, very beautiful, which shines next to the knee. Face, knee and hand that go their way under my eyelids. Visible haunting that will linger in my gaze wherever I go. This is how, in me, the beginning of love is first of all an image.
fascinating mirror
the basis of art is a qui-vive between imagination and reality where the ages are not equal and the sexes indifferent
this tension of pure life between hallucination and disorder is very strange and hard to think about
between images and nothingness there is therefore this vertiginous precipice which attracts us and a single footbridge which allows us to cross it
it's like a dream that no one dreams, a mirror of fire on which no reflection is deposited
things transmigrate there from caterpillars to butterflies in a stream of images each time our sexes fit together shivering in the white cotton of old black beds from another time
no god guards this rickety footbridge above death, so perilous that few wise men risk it because to cross it you have to strip your hands and seize it completely naked
which would explain the extreme scare of Haruka Akasako before the enigma of this fascinating mirror upstream of all meaning
pure japanese virgin
the night passes and the bodies drea
between aromas of coffee, moonlight and desire
the night that watches without burning or perishing
like a bird with an open wing
who touches what?
touch the other's body
first the footprints then her feet then her knees
then her thighs, the hood of her clitoris, her breasts of course
her heart too?
love is first of all this silence in its pure state where I am nothing
it's like between a cheek a knee
really strong leg
I stupidly become everywhere
red and fun
stubbornness of certain words of paradise lost
their wonderful innocence
their immediacy on the tongue
when I both of us
I always come back to the same
arm on your neck
love, heart, legs,
hairs, smile, cheek, glans, balls, ass
caresses experienced for real
the name of the loved one, her skin smell, her pheromones
I wish I could tell everything without it ever ending