I wanted to be a bench. A tree. A pigeon. Even if I don’t like pigeons. Last time in Paris I became a statue. Maybe that’s the story I wanted to tell you. A woman changed into a sphinx.
Letters from Exile: Ch 13 & 14
Letters from Exile: Ch 13 & 14
Letters from Exile: Ch 13 & 14
I wanted to be a bench. A tree. A pigeon. Even if I don’t like pigeons. Last time in Paris I became a statue. Maybe that’s the story I wanted to tell you. A woman changed into a sphinx.