Cephalophores

Editor: Gallimard / Both
Author: Sylvie Germain
Date of print: 1997
Format/size: in12
Binding: pin
Pages: 168 pages
State: Good condition
Condition details: French edition - recycled library book with plastic cover, label and crossed out stamp on flyleaf or last page - Some reading and/or storage marks on cover and corners but otherwise in good reading condition
ISBN/EAN: 9782070747566
Reference 97616
Availability In stock

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All those whom love has seized and who go away transfixed by the thought of the other, ardent by the gaze of the other, walk like sleepwalkers. Their heads are elsewhere as they say. Their foreheads remained nestled in the warmth and smell of the other's neck leaning against his shoulder. They carry their head as an offering to the beloved unless it is the head of the other that they carry in a very secret and tender procession. Yes, we really have our heads elsewhere when we is in love - then when it is for the Eternal that we are inflamed, our minds are infinitely elsewhere. We are a tightrope walker with his heart slung over his shoulder as a pendulum and his head blooming like a bouquet of May flowers. All those whom love has delighted are cephalophores of beings prey to a miraculous catastrophe


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All those whom love has seized and who go away transfixed by the thought of the other, ardent by the gaze of the other, walk like sleepwalkers. Their heads are elsewhere as they say. Their foreheads remained nestled in the warmth and smell of the other's neck leaning against his shoulder. They carry their head as an offering to the beloved unless it is the head of the other that they carry in a very secret and tender procession. Yes, we really have our heads elsewhere when we is in love - then when it is for the Eternal that we are inflamed, our minds are infinitely elsewhere. We are a tightrope walker with his heart slung over his shoulder as a pendulum and his head blooming like a bouquet of May flowers. All those whom love has delighted are cephalophores of beings prey to a miraculous c