As if someone had written, blindly, on their own memories. And we awoke. A shy room, an intimate room. Nothing should be forgotten. From time to time you said some words I didn’t understand. I try to draw your shining eyes in my sentences. Do we have the same eyes? I awoke and lay there and saw your breathing follow up on the landscape of the duvets with little tremors and soft, undulating movements. The lime. I sailed around on the surface of everything.