Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Tu autem eras interior intimo meo.

You must know, my sweet little girl, my poor child, that he simply pretended to go away... Now he is present in some obscure corner of this ivory tower, where you made him so happy. Listen,... this happy thing, which makes you blush and shiver like childish lips touching your heart, it is he.

It is enough for me to withdraw within my heart to find him again and to cease being where he is not.
Paul Claudel


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