THE NAP

In the shade, behind the shutters, I imagine a walk through the olive trees at the bottom of the garden. Adorned with jewellery made of metal gilded with fine gold, I think wistfully of the end of summer, which is approaching and will separate me from this beloved Italy. Everyone is sleeping around me and the silence is heavy with meaning, I keep my jewels to fall asleep on the veranda... or to read a Duras novel, it's so good this laziness on the quiet...