The image on the wall

Lorraine didn't know why she started envisioning the hologram on the wall, in the days when May becomes torrid in Dordogne.





The faceless spectrum didn't emit any sound, except an almost imperceptible buzz that seemed to come from a very distant place



just an image on the wall, calling, in the secret of her room, it was real? Or a dream

the figure of a man, calling.










...It's a day of June, as any other day, and the light of the midday comes through the window, illuminating the carpet of her room, that smells like flan


at 12:55 the magnetized image seems to appear projected on the wall: Lorraine turns her back to see

there's nothing there.








It's the midnight of another day, and Lorraine is almost falling asleep

the spectre is suddenly projected in the wall, bathing the room with a red light, which gradually turns to blue


it shines like the fluorescent lamp, and calls her with muted movements
a strong smell of manganese and cathodes flows from the figure


just an image in the wall, a spectre, holding the dynamics of poles and coercitivity


calling.







The galvanic aberration visits Lorraine regularly in dreams or not, as a reminder of his hunger for her


its magnetic potency grows stronger every day, same as the vigour of its luminosity



just a blue silhouette in the wall, calling in the secret


calling directly to her brain

calling more

in dreams or not.





It's the morning of any other day, Lorraine wakes up at the light of her room

it seems as if she'd wake up from a dream of 1000 years

she fits her suede feet in the pantofles carelessly, and walks to the bathroom


the mild shower falls on her breasts, she soaps her sex with sweet abandon, and the armpits




it's the midnight of another day

and yet the midday, and the evening


and the dawn, and the midnight again

and yet another dawn

the stationary figure seems to have disappeared for good: out, in the meadows of Dordogne, la rose des vents is swept by the mistral wind






Behind the big mirror of the room, a secret hologram shows a duplicate of her empty room, or the real one, perhaps.