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[masondixonline-blog]

Life seems strange to those who cannot see the bond between its knots

Catherine Edarque

[masondixonline-blog]

Nous faisons l'amour au milieux de cadavres. Les cadavres de nos rêves, de nos illusions perdues, de nos espoirs déchus, comme tant de mues qui s'obstinent à ne pas vouloir nous quitter. 
Comme tant de fantômes qui nous hantent, de voix que nous préférerions oublier. 
 Le poids de l'héritage, les attentes déçues de nos ancêtres, cette rumeur coulant dans nos veines, nous l’effaçons dans l'étreinte furtive de nos corps, le souffle chaud de nos soupirs, la sueur moite de nos peurs d'enfants. Avec la nuit comme seule lumière, et les battements de nos cœurs comme seuls témoins, nous effaçons jusqu'au souvenir même de nos existences brisées.

We make love among corpses. Corpses of our fallen dreams, lost illusions and broken hopes, like so many molts persisting in refusing to leave us. Like ghosts haunting us, voices we would prefer to forget. The weight of the legacy, the unfulfilled expectations of our ancestors, and the pain of the disappointment, flowing rumor in our veins, we erase them in the furtive embrace of our bodies, the warm breath of our sighs, the clammy sweat of our children fears. With night as only light, and our beating hearts as only witnesses, we erase even the memories of our broken existences.

[masondixonline-blog]

- I’ve never met someone like you before. - There is no one like me. For I’m a different person from what I was yesterday and from what I will be tomorrow. Just as you are. There is no me. And there is no you. We are nothing more than what we are right here, right now, for one another. — Catherine Edarque