Does It Get Dry Around Your Period

Barefoot

eyes wide open and fixed passively reflect the sea and the sky. Soon everyone would be back home drinking a cup of tea in the family dining room table. For the time wanted to live with the minimum of expenditure, saving gestures, words, thoughts, play dead: they had only one day to erase wrinkles, goose feet, the folds of love that does the job week.
one day. They felt scroll the minutes of the fingers, they would have had time to amass enough for youth to start again on Monday morning?
Breathe in the air because the sea gives life; only their breathing regular and deep as those of the dormant bear witness of their lives. I walked on tiptoe, I did not know what to do with my body hard and cool in the midst tragic that these people rested.
The sea was now slate, rose slowly.

(from Nausea - Jean-Paul Sartre, 1938)