January 5th, 2008

Its the late afternoon and the feeling and smell of naked skin on soft fresh bed is so intense. The silence and the breath are getting deeper. No one is invited, just you and your own thoughts. Eventually a good book and its story is allowed to “disturb” this afternoon. The feeling of self consciousness is present. Your intimacy and privacy is overwhelming the room.

You are dared to imagine. And you admit yourself that imagination is becoming a reality, like an inspiration that lies within you.

Like Henry Miller wrote, that ” imagination is the voice of daring”.

Photo taken by master himself Patrick Demarchelier.



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