An infinite field of camellias (with Ana)

    A stone-still summer. The waves of hot air swing between the city’s neighbourhoods. We sit in our favourite cafe, in the market place near the city hall, we drink red wine from nice glasses, and watch the passersby. The friend who is with us, dressed in an arsenal of ugly clothes and her …

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Very complicated names

Spring smelled like tobacco and ravaging rains. Through murmuring parks the magnolia blossoms were exploding. Marion wakes up, terrible. Her ancient hips, covered in wet moss, move me immensely. Her breath smells like mint and flowers, because she hides bonbons in her pyjama’s pockets. We start to make love. She has such bitter flesh, and …

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A drop of mercury

  „I am hungry, love.” I went to the kitchen and made a gâteau très noir aux pistaches for her. Marion was waiting for me watching cartoons. We ate quietly; we had nothing to say to each other, as nothing had happened to us for some days. After the siesta we went to the self-service …

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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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