🌹💚She has on her face this delicate mixture of the child and the woman who cohabit,
a few wavelets of wrinkles which are due more to her propensity to laugh out loud than to the passing years,
and a long golden cascade which falls almost to her.
to the kidneys.
She sometimes has sudden bouts of melancholy,
curls up,
devotes herself to solitude,
the better to find herself.
And then a bit of beauty intrigues her,
she sets off lightly,
her nose in the wind,
her soul wandering,
to steal a brief moment in the present.
Under her long dresses hide exquisite secrets,
which my hands tenderly amuse themselves in unearthing,
just to see her redden.
She doesn't get offended,
stays amused,
tries to get away from my hands,
which pursue her attractions.
I let her escape,
my hands empty of her fill,
the better to find her later,
when she lowers her guard.
Sometimes she becomes exasperated against this world,
which could be even more beautiful,
is sorry for her neighbour's lack of humanity,
rebels and takes refuge in nature,
or loses herself in her imagination.
So I take her in my arms,
I offer a serene kiss to the warmth of her neck,
and I tell her with a smile that she is my threepenny rebel.
And her sonorous laugh escapes from between her lips,
regaining all its childish vigour,
and she nestles right up against me,
before setting off again in a wild wandering,
to feast on poetry and beauty...
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