snow white pg1-breton

Photo by Mert and Marcus

The idea of love walked along the water and her gaze was full of absence and her eyes spat lighting…The idea of love walked straight ahead without seeing anything; she was wearing tiny isosceles mirrors whose perfect assemblage was amazing. They were so many images of fish tails, when, by their angelic nature, they answer the promise one might make of always finding each other again. Finding each other again even in the depths of a forest, where the thread of a star is an articulation more silent than life; the dawn, a liquor stronger than blood … It’s just that the idea of love, it seems angry with love. This is how it began.
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Andre Breton