Your presence brings me out of my sleep. The vision of your face carries me in a hypocoristic trip. I'm talking about your voice caressing, your universe of effects. This sound resonates in my head like a horrible melody, your sighs clouded my days with no rain. I like your long silence, when this sound inimitable, reminds me, your presence. Snoring, a bad fault.
© K. McDowell
C'est un signe de bonne santé! It's a sign of good health!
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