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The kiss
in the taxi... remains in the memory as perpetually unfinished and to be
sought out again, for as the taxi moves it gives to the moment that physical
proof of insecurity and ephemeralness of adventure, over swift, arousing
resonances which cease at first stop...
The adventure continues in the head, in the body... Until the next taxi ride
no kiss will have that flavor of life and time slipping by, uncapturable,
unseizable.
Anais Nin |
