Bénédicte Le Lay & Marinette, Paris 2007

Photo: Marianne Larochelle


I write:

‘There is no other like me.

I am obession, dramatic breath, heart of lies ad eyes of passion.

My words are arrows and my speech weapons.

And when I move, nature blends under my steps.


I did not choose such actions.

Powers have been revealed to me at the age of fecundation.

With my first bleeding came a sense of sacrifice.

Sex, devotion and incarnation became necessities.


I am not only the servant of my own pleasures.

I am a mirror of illusions : mythical beauty of concret attraction.

I can not be alone.




At night, an angel comes to me.

There is serenity in his words.

As I am lying my soul dances in the most heavenly sky.

He embraces me until the morning and only then, as a godess, I can sleep.


I am left with physical sensations, some sudden visions of past or future ?

and in my mouth, the most delicious taste of fresh bloody love.’


 

Bénédicte par Marc Plancéon

Paris décembre 2009


Photo: Marianne Larochelle

Dartington January 2010

London January 2010