Close to the river....   

This evening there the moon shone timidly with the top of the horizon

 and some birds come from the south announced already close spring.

The winter drew at its end and the thawed out river seemed to inflate waters running.

They were to stop, him and it, in a hut close to the minor road and in front of the fire which

 sang unsoundable canticles they extended on a thick out-of-date wool carpet.

Their cloting trailed already some share and it in contact with their

hot and naked bodies that the part seemed to be heated.....

It embraced it lengthily... elle also and their pressure was similar

 to that of the angels... as scented honey and of odor of pink....

The wind scraped sometimes with the gate, as by jealousy, and the river very close inflated of desire...

The love which invaded them was strong...almost unbearable so much it was intense and reciprocal...

They liked thus, madly, to the paddle for finally falling asleep one against the other...

heart against heart.

 

 André Julien october 2001