The poison of the roots

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w

t find

eps. Or at least, it pretends. His breath is too regular, too controlled. It is awake. He may observ

it. H

xactly doe

as nothing. Nothing tangible, nothing that can be named. Only lo

li

the way my belly tightens this thought. I

her. He is my

ye

y, loaded with humidity and a scent of wet earth. An irrepressible desire pu

with a pale light. Everything is silent,

t in front

wait

that I went out to breathe, to think. B

ting fo

ine. It's insane. I should go back to b

main anchored

etch. The air b

ppears

t there is nothing. No shadow is e

es and push a long sig

box, I immediately f

move, but her br

s aw

knows I

sa

flee

ands placed on my belly in a deceptive calm. Awa returned, slipped und

came

wa

felt the hesitation in his

n bro

my flesh and that is stirred with cruel slowness. Malik and I grew up together, shared the sa

et he

muscle moves. The instinct tells me not to show

ore sharp weap

s pretended. I guess his thoughts, his torments. She is aware o

ce is an

hat rises in me. If I speak now, if I accuse her, s

oing to

ait. O

at the r

-

prepare the watershed, readjust the jars near the home. Hi

the mat, stretching my body sl

badly? She asks

natural. But I detect a sh

ht it is too hot

ay to pour water into

in a long braid that falls on her shoulder, and an end

n me, but I repre

see your mothe

n of a second before

e needs m

li

the market, but not ju

ho she hopes

company you,

ly ajar. The surprise in his gaze lasts only

to help me wea

long time since I worked

ly, but her smi

't want m

a loincloth that I

t's

nd to take the basket.

e my

-

fresh fruit. Under the big tree in the center, women discuss by

a, my gaze swe

en, I

li

ll discussion with an old man from the village. His posture i

deforms

't seen

she spo

, perceive the tiny slowdown in