Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Memories of My Melancholy Whores

Inspiration gives no warnings.

What isn't natural is (my) age.

No old man forgets where he has hidden his treasure.

Let no one be deceived, no, thinking that what he awaits will last longer than what he has seen.

I discovered improbable pleasure of contemplating the body of a sleeping woman without the urgencies of desire or the obstacles of modesty.

A body as provocative with clothes as without

Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

In the end, it is impossible not to become what others believe you are.

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