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serendipited · 3 years
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Le temps érode tout, l'impossible comme le temps lui-même.
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serendipited · 4 years
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serendipited · 4 years
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Amuse-bouche glacé
You lie nacked, your elbows pressed on the bed, your back exposed into the dark room. Eyes shut. Aroused. Ready.
Something cold touches your neck. A spasm goes through you. The cube of ice embraces your vertebrae. One by one. Slowly. It slides and melts at the contact of your burning reddish flesh. A smaller twitch echoes in your whole body.
The ice goes down your middle back. Small drops already form a pond at the begining of your bottom. Unconsciously, your hips start small rythmic contractions.
The cube follows its slow descent, melting even more. The pond grows bigger and bigger. Finally, this cold water breaks free from the cavity at the end of your back: a timid stream discovers the space between your cheeks. Reflexively, you tense all your being. You bit your lower lip, exalted.
The ice reaches the pond and disappears, empowering the stream to grow larger and go further in. Breathing in profoundly, you let lose your contracted muscles.
The lukewarm water fuses with a hotter and more sticky liquid. A small yell gets out your pretty mouth feeling this change of temperature into you.
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serendipited · 4 years
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The butterfly waited below the yellow tree for the chosen. It would open them the path to Carcosa.
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serendipited · 4 years
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I couldn't go further away myself from this prison of flesh. Thus, I expanded the space inside it with so many worlds from my imagination that I can travel from onev to another without touching the borders of my cage.
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serendipited · 4 years
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Old Gallo-roman ceramic trials in an archaeological site in Bourgondy. It supposedly went to the villas of rich Romans.
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serendipited · 4 years
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Lorsque j'étais enfant, je n'avais pas d'ami imaginaire. Ce n'est que bien plus tard que j'en compris la nécessité.
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serendipited · 4 years
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The smile you share on social media is not for me and that's killing me softly.
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serendipited · 4 years
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L'hiver des héros
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serendipited · 4 years
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Génération perdue. En quête de sens.
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serendipited · 4 years
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Mes larmes ont séché, ma tristesse s'exprime par le rire.
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serendipited · 4 years
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“Nous sommes différents.”
Hypocrisie de gens qui veulent se sentir exister en tant qu'individus mais rester dans un groupe.
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serendipited · 4 years
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Idée de nouvelle
Judas, sans dire que c'est lui, qui est poussé à trahîr son ami, dont on ne découvrira à la fin que c'était JC. Sans justifier, il s'agit de comprendre qu'il peut y avoir des circonstances chez l'autre et que de le blâmer de facto sans les prendre en compte nous rabaisse.
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serendipited · 4 years
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Redevenir sauvage
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serendipited · 4 years
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Même glacée, la rivière qu’on traverser une seconde fois n’est plus la même, car nous changeons sans cesse et ne sommes plus les mêmes, changeant alors notre rapport à la rivière et au monde.
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serendipited · 5 years
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Alors que mes cris passent inaperçus parmi les autres, mon silence est bien plus éloquent que ceux des autres.
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serendipited · 5 years
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Les ronces. Des barbelés. Avancent de nuit et son repoussés de jour.
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