Beautiful Shoes

On the occasion of an oriental religious celebration, Marion offered me one of her pairs of beautiful vintage shoes, which she had had enough of. I was walking down the street wearing them and everyone watched me with admiration. I was crossed the city in a dancing pace, devoured by the equinox’s insects, thinking about …

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The Birth of Venus

The wild herbs in the neighbourhood gardens were losing their colour from the drought. Marion was still sleeping. I washed my face in the kitchen sink, put on a black dress, and adorned my left ankle with a delicate chain with tiny red crystals. Standing, I ate half a spicy cake with dried fruit and …

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The Annunciation

During the night we exchange our names. When my name is Marion, I make love to myself or I eat rhubarb marmalade directly from the jar with my finger. During the day we interchange our vertebras and our eyelids, with surgical precision. When I am wearing Marion’s vertebras and eyelids, I have the courage to …

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Closed frontiers

  In the evening Marion combed her hair in front of the mirror and arranged it in a bun with a metal needle, and burned strong cedar wood essential oil. She invited home an erudite academic, a scientist, a fashion designer, an artist and an explorer and, for their amusement, five exotic dancers, who delighted …

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Wax Tears (or: Salomé)

At the end of the month we had no money left, and Marion started to cry, shredding wax tears. “I could never live without manuka honey and good wine”, she lamented. “I am so tired of only eating stale bread dipped in tea every morning! With my mind busy with the mundane details of our …

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Dragonflies

(The scene represents a living-room adorned with abstract drawings pinned on the yellow walls. On a short coffee table the muted TV shows a documentary about a famous painter. On the shelves can be seen hourglasses of different sizes and boxes of coloured metal. Two twin sisters sit, one in front of the other, on …

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Acts of reverence

One day we transformed our living room into an elegant clockmaker’s workshop. We published an ad in the local newspaper and waited for our clients. As we had bought the complete clock-and-watchmaker’s manual from the bookshop, it was not difficult for us to repair watches. We liked this work because this way our common time, …

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About falling asleep

I lie on the couch and I smoke. At my feet, Marion is looking at me with half-open lips and tells me that her breasts are fragile like two soap bubbles, and that they hurt when she thinks of me. I start to laugh and I crush the rest of the cigarette in the oriental …

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