Unknown roads

  Marion told me that one of her ancestors had one day a conversation with his god, and his god told him: “You will live as long as you search for me in the dust of the unknown roads.” Her ancestor left his young wife and newly born child and wandered for almost three hundred …

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When love becomes thunder

In the tenth month of the year, mist and rain and darkness fell over this city plagued by petty crimes which had multiplied like fire. Although we had planned to visit a music book shop to buy some guitar scores, we finally stayed home, where it was warm and cosy. All television programmes were broadcasting …

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About temptations

When Marion suffers from thaumaturgic fever, she cures poor people from our neighbourhood, who reward her by offering her native masks or wind bells. To get well herself, I have to force her to drink radish seed oil, the only remedy, because she doesn’t want to stop being able to cure people for the rest …

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Yellow poplar leaves

I let a drop of mercury fall on my palm and looked at myself in it, but could not recognise my face. Marion took a bottle of champagne out of the fridge, uttered some incantations and, when she took off the cork, from the bottle overflew dozens of litres of heavy liquid, which inundated the …

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Silk ribbons and candies

  The phone in the living room rang: it was a friend who told me, with tired voice, that his father, who had come for some days in the city to say Adieu to his son, had just passed away. I asked him if I could come over, and he said yes, please. I told …

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He turned his blood into a river

The air was weighty with the smell of bitter herbs; on the roof tiles baby lizards were broiling in the sun; on the terrace, in some big ceramic pots, I was proudly growing thyme, rosemary, lavender, and some sunflowers. A helicopter carrying a sky banner was advertising the merits of a local painter, and let …

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African daisies

Sometimes Marion descends the stairs surrounded by white light, wearing a long linen dress, her hair attached in a pony tail with a narrow strip of lace, opens the letter box and reads very seriously the electricity and phone bills: these news make her laugh or cry. Sometimes our neighbours make fun of her and …

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The portrait

We lie scattered on the side of the road, at some distance from each other, because we had a fight. A falcon is flying in circles up in the sky; in the distance, a rusty windmill will rotates slowly. I’m wearing cheap trainers and a vintage fur bolero, dyed in purple. I go back to …

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The splendid hat

Mademoiselle T.M. always knew she had been destined for a great love. Around the time when her beauty was at its peak (she didn’t know it yet), two artists, rivals but full of admiration for each other, started to feel intense love for her, and Mademoiselle T.M., overwhelmed with attention and gratitude, understood that soon …

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