Celine Dion
From Elles
Letter From George Sand To Alfred De Musset
Why did you wake me up, my God, when I was lying down with resignation on this icy layer? Why did you make this ghost of my burning nights pass before me again? Angel of death, fatal love, to my destiny, under the figure of a blond and delicate child! Oh! that I still love you, assassin! May your kisses burn me quickly and may I die consumed! You will throw my ashes to the wind, they will make flowers grow that will rejoice you.
What is this fire that devours my insides? It seems that a volcano is roaring inside me and that I am going to burst like a crater. O God, take pity on this being who suffers so much!
... O my blue eyes, you no longer look at me! Beautiful head, I will no longer see you bending over me and veiling yourself in sweet languor! My little supple and warm body, you will no longer lie on me, like Elise on the dead child, to revive me. You will no longer touch my hand, like Jesus to the daughter of Jairus, saying: “Little girl, get up.” Goodbye to my blond hair! Goodbye to my white shoulders! Goodbye to everything I loved, everything that was mine! I will now embrace in my burning nights the trunks of fir trees and rocks, in the forests, shouting your name; and when I have dreamed of pleasure, I will fall fainting on the damp earth!

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