Sacramento

My friend told me that one evening when she was living in Sacramento, California, she went to a cocktail party in a villa on the rich outskirts of the city. She remembered that she was wearing a parchment-white leather jacket, which made her look very young, and that the clouds looked savage. At some point …

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Fresh roses

“Shit, I didn’t know you were rich!” That’s all I could say to her after entering her apartment, and seeing everywhere delicate ceramic vases with fresh white roses and an original Dali engraving on the wall. She smiled and invited me to make myself comfortable. She left the room and I sat down on the …

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Ritual objects

What are your every day ritual objects? I asked her. She answered: a black scarf which belonged to a great-aunt; a copper zen bell to chase away bad spirits; my collection of dry autumn leaves; a certain maleficent silver light in winter; one terrible secret a friend told me, involving several people I know; my …

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A conversation

“I love white chocolate with pistachio cream, roses, and cotton underwear”, she says. “I love Italian meringue, orchids, and Ashtanga yoga”, I answer. This polite conversation lasts for months, while we are looking into each other’s eyes; we try to hide that we are restless, that love is calling us away, hurting like a diamond …

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Carousel

You ran away from me and climbed in the old-fashioned carousel. I stayed there for hours, waiting for it to stop and for you to go down. I wanted to have the last word in our fight, and the strident looped circus music made my anger unbearable. The wooden horses galloped up and down and …

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Cedar and sage

“Don’t worship me,” she said last time he saw her. “Don’t expect me to glow in the darkness of your nights, nor to show you the way through the deep forests of your ambition. Don’t ask me to save you from the ferocious sharks swimming in the waters of your sleep. I’m not a saint, …

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Travellers

During the big floods, our native country was swallowed by tumultuous waters. Now we are all travellers, haunted by memories and despised by everyone, crossing the world barefoot, our lungs filled with happy songs.

The black glove

I put on a black glove, a knitted turquoise dress, velvet shoes with square high heels, and I have dinner alone, while patiently waiting for my demon to come. Two glasses of wine, one half full, hard-boiled eggs in a crust of black sesame seeds, pickled magnolia petals, and strawberry-flavored macaroons. Nobody told me there …

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The promise

My friend invites me over for dinner. In an oriental bowl she serves me frozen berries, and sprinkles glitter all over them. We drink orchid tea and listen to the music coming from the street, I can hear colours. Before I go we exchange our earrings as a souvenir of such a lovely evening. Hers …

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A conversation

My lover 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 will search for me in the dust of the unknown roads.” Her ancestor left his young wife and child and wandered for almost three hundred years …

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