Long ago I was a Sumerian princess. I had a name with four syllables that made him think the princes through the civilized world. I opened the morning of the immense eyes ringed with black, on a desert landscape, crushed yellow sun, lush gardens suspended between heaven and earth, swaying palms leaning toward lascivious crocodiles, small boats plying without surface noise of the Euphrates ... Yes, finally, it is true that it is rather Egyptian, what I said. But I want to say Sumerian, because I like it. Anyway, it's MY previous life I do what I want. Le Tigre, the Euphrates and the Nile, did not quibble, what is certain is that I was hot. Very hot. of docile and silent s uivantes striving to m'éventer with lotus leaves, while pouring jars of milk and honey in my bathtub. I spent many hours in worship the sun, the palms in a gesture haughty and somewhat mysterious to the blazing sun, and that's about all what I did, too. A contemplative life basically.
Probably for me to afford this (no I did not say lust, whatever ...) to make me pay this profusion of light and pleasure ; lazy Babylonian gods have conspired against me and allowed me to be born, for this life, in a mountain village under snow, with thirteen small degrees to accommodate my first cry. C ' is probably why my early years I spent sleeping and contemplate the world without speaking, sighing silently at the thought of paradise inexorably lost under a foot of snow, so that my mother suddenly asked anxiously if I was not dumb. (I am caught up later, of course, as if I had to prove he still had it done chickweed for nothing!)
Anyway , I rest my years Chaldean unconditional love of sun, heat and light than or at least equal to the sum of my hatred of the cold, gray and damp multiplied by ten squared. And even the cube, let's not mince words.
It seems other than in another life, I would have been a sea lion on the ice, but there is more blur, I do not remember as accurately. I have a selective memory is appalling!
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