Casket —
by frederiqueK

Description:

THE EYES The crystalline of the eye sails in the pure water of the lake of Neuvic in the shade of the green mountainsides. I run, carelessly hanging on one of the mountainsides of the lake of Neuvic. The visible, compared mountainside in discontinuous manner, gives illegally the mysterious facade of its forest sink and fluffy ; displaying nuances of greens imposed by the relief of the soil and of trees. Dread to me grabbed in front of grandiose show. Here incidentally. I am got from trap. I remain hanging in a World between light and darkness. Between god and evil. It is because the water, at this distance, is transformed into an implacable and strict mirror. Cold, metallic, inhuman surface. Sacrificing its knowledge to a pitiless reverberation. Schizophrenic echo between appearance and reality. The green-English mountainside flirts with oxides of chromium which go downhill at top speed towards darkness, chasm without border, while a delicately pale sky opens infinitely towards There - High. between two my heart hesitates! Melancholics or subject to vertigo, do not go to the lake of Neuvic. The call of space would kill you! run away! HIS FLEECE The sulphurous stole of a fur that it is possible to imagine small become mink big yellow canary forms a casket for the red lips, tonic of the picture where predominant colours slam as the facades of an Italian city (yellow of brown Naples, earth of natural ochre Sienne, madder, golden ochre). I would have liked to live a while in the south of France, near Italian border to go and to come freely between both countries. It is true that the coast shredded by Italy gives in the harbour cities anchored in the rock or simply moored along a broader shore, a climate advantageous for a cheerful ambience rather than for a spleen (term invented by English). The Italian air of baroque opera of one mezzo-soprano of temperamental mood resounds in alleyways, slip into the interspaces of shutters protecting heat, run along electric cords punctuated with red, green and blue bulbs which link up facades opposite a placette, and accompany the bang of the backwash of the sea against the ancient fortifications as well as the invectives between inhabitants. Ma cosa? The most characteristic traces of Roman Empire irradiate architecture. Pilasters of Corinthian style against a stony wall; a small frieze of drops follows the upper part of a low wall; massive pavings wallpaper the descending way which leads to an insulate