LEOLO

My name is Leolo, Leolo Lozone. As far as I can remember, my firts memories were molded by the lights and the scents.... My family was like a fictionous one, and I talked about it as if they were strangers. My mother had the strenght of a large vessel sailing on a sick ocean. She was warm and in love. I enjoyed her embracing me in her fat, the smell of her sweat was soothing me. My father was convinced that health was coming when having a dump. Every friday, we had to endure a shock treatment with laxatives, in order to purify ourselves from the illnesses of the world. I also remember my sisters Rita and Nanette, and my brother Fernand whom I loved for the tenderness of his ignorance...