The Diary of Lady M Page #4

I didn't answer.

A dizziness came over me,

like on a motorcycle,

that accelerates too fast.

It felt as if...

we were at the heart of a moment,

without beginning

and never ending.

Swallows chased each other

playful outside the window.

They let themselves fall like stones,

only to stop loud screaming

in the last moment,

before they took another direction,

this time towards the upper abyss.

Did you like

when men look at me?

Yes, I like it,

but I can't stand rudeness.

At the end of the day

we came to the Ebro Delta.

The geometric lines of the rice fields

reached as far as the eyes could see.

The only inhabitants of the

area appeared to be frogs.

A wet sun painted the horizon

in a yellow and purple frenzy.

A river throws itself into the sea,

like a man who dies in a woman.

"I love the delta at the bottom

of your belly", he murmured.

I'm uncertain whether it was

Diego's comment.

I already loved this area,

where Earth, Water and Air

melt together.

I felt as if my life depended on

these few centimeters of skin...

that he caressed while driving.

I had put fear and doubts

aside concerning Diego.

We seemed to drive on

solid ground as well as on water.

This is called a Fata Morgana.

He asked me to spread my legs.

The vitality of his eyes seemed

to be passed on to his mouth,

full and glorious.

His face was motionless,

like a statue.

I'd like...

to be even more naked

in front of this stone face.

Do you know that the Arabs

shave their sex?

Really?

Always?

Well, I don't know. But often.

Finally, we saw the residents.

They were not only frogs.

The alcohol was already

in the veins of the men,

who waited in the cafe for their wives,

who were in church.

That's it.

Life is sometimes complicated.

Why didn't you tell me?

- She knows it.

- But... and I?

A man who has two houses,

will loose his mind.

He who has two wives,

will loose his soul.

Then there are certainly many

who's souls are lost.

You don't choose the moment

of an encounter.

And when it happens

what should we do?

Abstain from it?

Of millions of people,

who pass by,

only 2 or 3 stop.

So you stop too.

The chances in life...

a day in Paris...

the rain, the Kismet, and you.

We walked half the night.

And you come to Barcelona.

I knew it.

Should I have sent you away?

Is she African?

Parisian. She was my model

when I worked in Paris.

What's her name?

Nuria.

And the little girl's called Billie.

It was as if my life passed

very fast in front of my eyes.

All these girls had stories

which were at the same time...

exemplary, mysterious, frightening,

criminal, sublime and touching.

Life continued

on the terrace of the caf.

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