sábado, fevereiro 23, 2013

readings: Jean Cocteau's White Book

"Once a Narcissus who was pleasuring himself brought his mouth up to the mirror, glued it to the glass and completed the adventure with himself. Invisible as a Greek god, I pressed my lips against his and imitated his gestures. He never knew that the mirror, instead of reflecting was participating, that it was alive and loved him."

Jean Cocteau - White Book 

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