13- As it was never me

Almost two years ago, I've wrote this:

"L'autre fois, une journée complète à faire l'amour sous les couvertures, à regarder les ombres du jour courir sur le visage de l'autre, à se toucher, à s'aimer, à parler de choses et d'autre."

And so many things have been wrote before and after. Mais après... un long silence.

For a long time, no words came out of my mine to hit a white space. And now, as if I wake up from a long coma, I read things that I wrote before as it was never me.

Because some are too beautiful, and some others, too disgusting...