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“My Hand Is Exhausted”

Patricia de Martelaere


And she thought: I must remember that, love passes; it might indeed comfort someone, especially if one is the one who loves, which also passes.

But real love? Might as well say: life passes. But real life? Yes, real life also passes. And there is no other life than the life that passes. And it's not even a question of: the longer it lasts the more real it is. Children who die a crib death have really lived, if for an instant; length of time is absolutely not the test.

And then his shoulders shuddered all at once. With men that's a sign that they're crying. A crying man is impossible to draw; it's even worse than a naked man.