A few nights ago I dreamed that I kissed the beauty. The beauty was only a face, un visage, the overwhelmingly splendid, glorious face of a smiling girl, probably 17 years old. I especially loved her mouth… It was a strange dream, because nothing else happened but this one and only kiss. No speaking, no hanging around, just one kiss to the smiling beauty…
As long as I can remember, I have always been tremendously sensible to the beauty, even as a kid. At the age of 14, I fell in love with the beauty and never told her, just for keeping it and celebrating it (or her) in my mind. At 15, while improvising on the piano, I understood that the beauty could be recreated through art…
In my dream, I was in the same position as the father of the young Melvil Poupaud, who falls in love with his 16 years old son's girlfriend ("La Fille de 15 ans", Jacques Doillon, 1989). A very young beauty played by Judith Godrèche. A courageous film, with a filthy atmosphere. Beauty of the landscapes, beauty of the young girl, and the unsound mind (and pure) of the father, played by the director himself…
I recently figured out that beauty and pornography were not the same, and I definitely choose the beauty. Beauty is beyond reach, it's a calling.

(photo: tamaralichtenstein.com - see also margaretdurow.com)