Stephane Fugier, que descobri com a Tati

No matter how many times you come inside me, you will never find the peace here. That is not what I was made for. If you could even imagine how broken-hearted I am and how deep have the fissures gone you would never give a second thought to the idea of touching me again.
All the evil things that have passed trough my skin, oh, I can’t wash them, they stay attached, the shit has this kind of glue that no love can dissolve. I’ve tried to close my eyes, I’ve danced all night long but my body was still too heavy to fly, and I called you so many times, in vain, because we both knew there was no salvation to my soul.
I dream about ropes tying me up and giving me a instant of hope; anger, passion, nothing can move my hands and I mean no harm to anyone. Trapped into the knots I am not a trap any more, the time stops running every where but in the blood that slowly stops in my veins; quiet, motionless, in this moment - so delicate! - I can just be, not a dangerous woman, not a fascinating child, only something laying and breathing on the floor by the art of your desire.
I don’t know why, don’t know what is it for, but, god, I know I need it.