mardi 23 mars 2010

Letters

I like my name when it's you who pronounce it, i make it sound like you do, fRANçois, and it gains softness, cotton curls caressing the tongue, it makes you closer.

One may think i'm egoistical, what i focus on is the encounter, i see closeness when things from me and things from you are gathered, like my name spoken by your mouth, it tickles my feelings.

You are with me always.

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