French music and second-hand bookstore. she found inspirations screaming to her in silence, in silence she found her detachment from her concrete self also. as if dwelling in the very bottom of a dark well, she'd think of the distant intense sea, inhaling into herself the equally intense shade of blue.
leaving through the pages of le marin de gibraltar, she thought of the tail of love: the strong, overly intense love that sparked both in the heart of the man looking for a massive change in his life and the woman in search of the lost sailor from gibraltar. a love that would eventually melt away into nothing, into an echo for ever unheard of. it would rain on them, the intensity, the silence. seeping through the other side of the mirror, the love had rained on the girl listening to French music also. she was to undergo a massive change in her life. mais bien sur.
ph by devina
