11/17/2023
Genoveva
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Genoveva
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Secret whispers...
An empty, dark stairwell, cool marble, from a distance I hear voices and the clacking of high heels. A cat strokes my legs, meowing. A metallic scent of roses wafts around me. I enter the inner courtyard. The brick fountain swallows my call, it seems empty and infinitely deep. I take off my shoes and walk over dry grass to a high wall. I make myself very small, close my eyes, a cold moon passes behind my eyelids, harp sounds, a nocturnal parlor, my name, which I write again and again, which becomes a voice that calls to me. I open my eyes and I am alone. There is a heavy key in my hand, I go back into the house. There is a cluster of people outside the front door, they are looking towards me...
I could go on writing forever... this scent is a secret. It reminds me of something intangible. It is beautiful in a confusing way, icy cold and strangely familiar. I'll probably be listening to it for a while yet...
I could go on writing forever... this scent is a secret. It reminds me of something intangible. It is beautiful in a confusing way, icy cold and strangely familiar. I'll probably be listening to it for a while yet...
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