Ivan de Monbrison

There is nothing to give, and there is nothing to take. There is desire and then regret. Desire again and again regret. Always it starts again. We want, we want something, and then we don’t want it anymore. You turn right, you turn left, you walk back on your steps, you turn left, and you turn right again. But it

This morning the world is turned upside down. You should not have been born. As usual, the turtle-doves have come to eat on the balcony, you have put on the traditional Egyptian dress that your mother gave you at least twenty years ago. On the walls you have hung a damaged African cloth. There is a lamp, which belonged to