Consumée, la bougie a laissé ses coulures sur le rebord de la fenêtre. Quelques minutes avant, elle diffusait sa douce lumière faisant bouger les ombres dans la chambre... - Je ne sais plus sur quel blog, j'ai vu une photo W. Ronis made me think of you. Not yet, but intuitively I returned. And yes, everything in this picture reminds me of you. The atmosphere, the old objects, the fall of kidney, I think.
- ... Really? moved, as always when I feel her gaze .
- Look. He takes his Iphone placed on the wooden ledge near the bed . In which it already?
- Remember, Google is your friend, ask him!
- Ah, yes.
- ... interrogative? I feel what he means, but do not really see.
- Yes! you are willing to get up and put you in the same position at the table?
Slightly exhilarated and a little shy I get up and take the pose. Lying on the bed, he looks me in the flickering light coming from the window. I feel beautiful. It takes a few shots.
-That's it. Come see.
- ... Always moved. Um, more round, but yes, there is something. It is troubling that photo.
- Mummm! You're beautiful ...
Yesterday evening I invited him to eat. Later, lying rather quietly on the bed, chatting about everything and anything he asks me again to pose, her eyes shining. There is nothing like a little scenario smoothly conducted, to ignite directions. Without hesitation I stood up, knowing that I would join ...
On this beautiful moment, just before wrap myself to sleep, I blew the candle. New streaks have a nice design on the windowsill.
Peace Mr Willy Ronis , I discovered a little late, but very nice way.
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