Flickering words, filled with adoration, full immersion: these are also gestures that lovers exchange.

Smells, close gazes, night lights, noises and calls, and more twisting, eyes against eyes, pupils looking at each other, arms opening, sudden crouching, footsteps coming to the door: an atlas of night postures among the earth, the dunes, under a shelter, in the primitive space of light.
These are words in exercise and nightly visits where no one knows but is sung. A listening heart is ageless, pulsing in the vertebrae not mechanically but with the search for awe and grace. Flesh of my flesh, with what touch? what beauty? How the hand is guided by the whole body. Trembling hand, ancient, young and old, infirm and lonely. Hand returning eye, hand pupil.
To be dazzled: not only by light but by the slightest resonances of reflections that from darkness cooperate in the emergence of movements. In this atmosphere of interrupted nighttime, gestures come from the abyssal zones of darkness. Around the bodies a vacuum reigns, and only measurements of reflected light draw a sensitive map of approaches and adjacencies. The infinity that clusters in the minimal space of the two bodies appears inexhaustible.