Everything is black. there is jazz, without a doubt. Paper from Armenia burns in a cup, candles are lit. You, you don't see them.
Your eyes are covered with a blindfold, your mouth with a gag.
You are tied with ropes, handcuffs, ties, webbing, mummified, trapped in a bag.
You are ignored, stimulated, ignored, stimulated again, according to the Scottish shower of my good will.
You are where you need to be : at my mercy.
Key words : constraints, hindrances, impact, tease and denial…
eavesdroppers ?
Listen to the audio Murs, Whispers from my echo chamber, available in full at my website La Férule, Whisperer section.
