Walking through a room full of symmetry, the baroque beauty is somewhat unreal, and those dialogues are still echoing... Occasional thoughts, those dialogues that jump into my mind, the words and sentences that seem to be worthy of reconsideration, the meaning is somewhat vague but so familiar , in every moment of sudden recollection, like a new metaphor. The long silent and empty corridors, the cold and heavy marble products, the too large mirrors, those furniture, those paintings... It's like walking through the memory castle, walking like this, it doesn't seem to matter what is in the corner, but there are always some moments. , perhaps a sudden turn, and some seemingly unimportant things take on new meaning.
She is so beautiful, I can't take my eyes off her. Approach her, get close to her, talk to her... Look at the statues together, name them, guess their activities, their origins... It's all real and not real, like a dream and more like poetry for a moment of life. Her long delicate eyelashes hardly flutter, she sits casually or makes a certain movement, a certain form, a hand on the other shoulder, and a defensive look, and elegantly repeating the sadness of art God of beauty.
The heroine's eyes are evasive and empty like waiting but not waiting, so sloppy and natural. She was waiting for him, but she wasn't waiting for him. She didn't seem to be waiting for a specific person, a specific time... In fact, she didn't dare to think about what she was waiting for. She had to deny it, she had to refuse, she dared not agree. She begged to delay and see you in another year. A year is not so soon right? For them, by stylized repetition of these lives, a year can easily pass without any change. She is a delicate bird in the cage of life. Is she crazy to abandon this life, abandon her decent husband, and run off with someone she barely knows? Impossible, impossible, she said to herself and to him. This is absolutely insane. She wants to calm down. She wants him to leave. Fear, avoidance, flight, lust... She was in a trance for a long time in bed, his words and shadows drifting through her mind, she could barely think, she just wanted to convince herself that it didn't happen. It's impossible...impossible...and the little light of life and desire that she was ignited stabbed her, sneaking into her and saying that she should go to the appointment.
Everything is an image, everything is suddenly in the illusion of light and shadow, everything is poetic enough to make people want to recite it again and again, everything is a paragraph, a dream... Is she alive or dead? Is he here to save, or is he the one who pushed her into the abyss?
In that hotel, people were talking nonchalantly, and she was the only one listening to his perhaps stupid interjection, and sneering in return. But people didn't listen, or people didn't understand. Without communication, how can you endure it? With well-groomed faces and elegant and decent clothes, she can cope with the most boring words on her lips, and respond with smiles, eyebrows, and comments, which are meaningless. yes. Why should it make sense? Who cares?
He is different. He intervenes in her life with his aesthetic, hunting, adoring eyes and confident to almost conceited demeanor. He brought their past to her repeatedly, even though she kept denying it. He used words and photos to frame the details of their romance, to frame a story. He loved her, even the horror of the night before she decided to flee with him. He can completely manipulate him. She is willing to go with him.
How frightened she was! She wants to scream. She seemed to really scream. In the gorgeous, grand, empty and quiet hotel, full of people who didn't speak or move, only she was a little bit alive. Can she break this life? Does she dare to break this life?
"I'm so cold..." she said. She is still hesitating, her restless heart, her anxiety and shame...
Even if she repeatedly denied it, even if she pretended to be ignorant, no matter how calm and elegant her appearance was, she still loved him very deeply.
You fell in love with me last year, I dare not think about it, but I also fell in love with you. I can't betray my husband, I want you to wait a year to see if you're sincere. Why are you showing up again? My heart has been tormented with so many thoughts of love and shame. Yet we didn't even know each other. do i really love you?
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