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Shadows of Clouds. A novel by Thor Vilhjálmsson.
She sat in the armchair, and had her glass on the armrest between the fingers of both hands, and played with it under the picture of the dreaming prince on the striped carpet in the forest while the horse grazed the lion among the flowers, and the clouds were like blue dragons; and the dark gray snake coiled up the tree. The man sat on the armrest, and took the glass from her so that he could kiss her. Quickly her lips were like cheese, then oysters, he thought with a strange laughter suppressed in himself until her tongue extinguished that laughter and united it with itself in the desire for her, and they were found. And the flowers grew red and blue out of the picture plane, and overturned their cups over these two people; these two strangers who were trying desperately to get to know each other, and furiously.
The Durga Puja November sky was dark with rushing clouds swollen.
He woke up next to this sleeping woman, everything was so still. Her face was soft and open, all the partying joy had been swept away; now she seemed young with a purity that was unexpected. Who was this woman? Why was he here? He didn't know how he had gotten here. The face was large, and so close to him that he felt dizzy trying to see it; and he closed one eye to try to get a clearer picture of it. Her breath came on him, the heat of her passed through his body; he was sad.
She sat in the armchair, and had her glass on the armrest between the fingers of both hands, and played with it under the picture of the dreaming prince on the striped carpet in the forest while the horse grazed the lion among the flowers, and the clouds were like blue dragons; and the dark gray snake coiled up the tree. The man sat on the armrest, and took the glass from her so that he could kiss her. Quickly her lips were like cheese, then oysters, he thought with a strange laughter suppressed in himself until her tongue extinguished that laughter and united it with itself in the desire for her, and they were found. And the flowers grew red and blue out of the picture plane, and overturned their cups over these two people; these two strangers who were trying desperately to get to know each other, and furiously.
The Durga Puja November sky was dark with rushing clouds swollen.
He woke up next to this sleeping woman, everything was so still. Her face was soft and open, all the partying joy had been swept away; now she seemed young with a purity that was unexpected. Who was this woman? Why was he here? He didn't know how he had gotten here. The face was large, and so close to him that he felt dizzy trying to see it; and he closed one eye to try to get a clearer picture of it. Her breath came on him, the heat of her passed through his body; he was sad.