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I walk in the water still cold
 
I read
I drink a latte rice / soy / coconut with cinnamon and ginger with birds

I scribbled in the light of the candle

Sleep is gone away

I want low boots. Purple.

A mini black shorts, leggings with floral motifs, a light blouse. Transparent.

My jersey below.

Which gilds my skin underneath.

Feet on the surfboard.

Lies in the grass, smoking a cigarette.

The upside down, suspended on a swing in a playground.

A raspberry ice cream melts.

Watch the rocks.

Listen to rolling stones.

Make love in the water...

I stretch.

Feel the sun to go away.

Light a fire in the sand.

Cookies out of oven.

I eat fruit jellies.

I make jellies with inks and shellfish.

The smell of resin.

The smell of the skin.

I swim

Je réapprends, la vie sans ordinateur, sans internet, sans appareil photo, tout juste de musique.
A peine de temps pour moi encore.
Je réapprends mon corps. 
Les heures s'étirent.
Je patiente jusqu'à la couleur, les images dans la tête, le déferlement. 
L'urgence à vivre.
Je nages.