When she came I was half awake. She came slowly from an orange and purple horizon like a cloud of poisonous gas, and I opened my eyes, and I had only time to lie in bed before her hand touched my bare skin. She kissed my foot and slowly rose up to my mouth. She caressed me and then it was the end of my life as I used to live it. I realised I was defeated, and finally awake forever. And I whispered “I love you, I hate you!”.
(Photography: Paris, France, December 2006 / Text: Lisbon, Portugal, November 9th 2007)
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