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Reaching the dangerous curve of my fifties I skidded into this love. How dire! How sensitive and secret a petal torments me and makes me synthesize this flower whose growth is a mystery: love in the quintessence of the word, and mum with natural silence, too busy plucking and loving to accommodate the ambiguous cloud that dissipates in that object still hazier than a cloud and more taboo: the body! the body, the body, the ultimate truth, that unruly thirst, and in my bed the wild horse bucks, thumping the chest of a man in love.