NY She dreams of a return to NY, this summer would be back - she dream that they go together, probably close to last, its incessant returns to NY, and the body multiplied and wanderers, children, when it was too small, almost, to really see, and then later, too often, as if going to NY again and again there was a way to give a picture of it. She remembers the hotels and frozen mirrors in the elevator who captured a bit and windows on Broadway and the sensation of being for herself elsewhere. Soho and Tribeca. Afterwards, she does not know. It was also still out of the summer, outside of herself, too, so that she could remember, she has only a few images, fragmented, and it still feels cold, she had the next time, bitterly cold, there was an apartment, and Battery Park, and the black water, or perhaps it was yet another time. She does not remember his absent body, she would remember, this lack of body, that body which the absent to itself, and it was so cold. It seems it had snowed a little. It is as if there were in NY with her whenever absence, strength to go back, unload it from a still image in the mirror lifts, in the screens, it does not recognize them, they said, it looks a little Mona Lisa, she looked a little sad perhaps, and they had to believe it was something else - it was probably something else . What she remembers best is probably the last summer in NY, but she does not know very well, either - the moist room and sleeping bodies and the heat of the city, and then return, again, alone, and the heat faded, and the hotel Central Park, and she drank only white wine on the terrace, the white dress, her bleeding feet. There was the burn on his shoulder, the sun stuck in his shoulder, bruising to his skin, NY and now in the rain as if it was for her. She did more than just dresses this summer, probably due to yet another body, she took him to NY to relieve himself once again, abandoned in the hotel Glossy Again, only it was the first time, she was also alone in NY, or just somewhere-maybe. She remembers that mirrors reflected the images that they still did not recognize, and tenderness, almost, for the past images, left to NY, without which she could recover. She remembers his return to Paris after that summer, last summer, and the feeling that it was irreversible, NY that was etched into his body, like a secret, she was afraid that it will eventually go too. It was gone very quickly, and without even noticing it, she could not know that that summer was last summer, it was, somehow, the end.
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