Childhood naked, Maurice Pialat, 1969.
She looks at the car that took him away, also within a few twists its neck to see it continue. She hugs him, moist air that penetrates the morning. She turns suddenly aged, following the little stone path and up the three steps of the porch of the kitchen. It does not look at the car that turns the corner, he left, he left, she wanted no more and now she feels within her own responsibility to love. His first action in the kitchen is to take his bowl and spoon left on the table to wash them under tap water, she gently rests on the ceramic white fluted drainer used, she is slowly and this delicacy is for him, all his delicacy that remains if it can not give this spoon and the bowl is for him. It will make the beds and dispose the boy's party. Always keep the order as it is most important, it has priority, we must protect the feelings of chaos as it protects us from them. She grabs a towel hanging from his place, a bar attached to the side of the sink, she wipes her hands and slide back the towel at this point. Then she returned to the kitchen table where the girl finishes her cereal in a bowl the same as her mother just washed.
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