I no longer have the desire or strength to write. I'm tired of pouring my false fictions, my little dream ends by pretending not to believe.
I write and think as I buy a tea machine in college, four yellow pieces to slide into the slot and one or two key presses: for months, the cup was there; it fills up, I expect the chirp feverishly and liberating. I want sugar, but I am afraid to burn their fingers and lips. I forgot Brewed color too and the taste of Ceylon. The last time was last winter and since that day I tried everything to keep my hands warm, sheltered from the cold . thrust into the pockets of my pea coat, mittens, gloves, mittens, fists connected against the warm breath of my mouth useless. Darjeeling, ginseng, mint, lemon. Nothing did. It is not my heart, my hands are cold, all red and cracked, to the wrist, up my watch too much. (You know, black.) Always right wrist. To think that I am deliberately leaving them out, my hands hanging and dead, that you take in the yours. Myself, I would never drag them in your pockets.
But it's too long to explain. Unless you take your afternoon, and you offer me tea.
1 comments:
You pirated 6 articles from my blog ( You also copied exactly the title of my blog), you translated them into English and used my photos. You should have indicated at least that they had been written by another person and indicated the link towards my blog:
http://lily-et-ses-livres.blogspot.fr/
It is dishonest!!
Vous avez piraté 6 articles en provenance de mon blog (qui porte comme par hasard le même titre que le votre), vous les avez traduits en anglais et utilisé mes photos. Vous auriez au moins dû indiquer qu'ils avaient été écrits par une autre personne et indiqué le lien vers mon blog :
http://lily-et-ses-livres.blogspot.fr/
C'est tout à fait malhonnête !!
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