Dusk.  The orange stripe which spread across the sky resembled a languid body. Night was falling slowly. He gazed at the lifeless shapes outside and imagined a woman there, trying to seduce them, lying down with them in the murkiness of the hours. He himself was lost in the shadows, his deliriums and desires taking over his body like a drug. He watched the last sun’s rays beaming down, isolated from the crepuscular sky, creating a veil. He could imagine a movement in that veil as if the woman were an odalisk dancing to him. He stayed looking until this imaginary lover disappeared and night finally fell and, like a mantle, doused that spectacle of pleasure with darkness.


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