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Your desire might be slightly credit-crunched
Your land one day may be Casablanca, the other day Casanegra
Your celibacy might be more and more teased by the unveilings of summer
&, in spite of your well-feed good conscience, your colourful future might ultimately look a bit compromised
In one word: you might be yourself a perfect moaning walking-song of a pure Blues
Never
The
Less
Sensuality always ends by knocking at your moaning door
& beyond the words by justifying everything else.
(Drawings embodying sensuality - and going daringly further than the hedonist painters of the Ancien Régime-: Julia Randall - far younger than the homonymous poet and hopefully far more suggestive.)
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