"The burn she caused went through my body as an electrical wave. I understood not, I was in water, my moves were fluid, as smooth as polished glass. The liquid element seemed to take my body, freely encased in its watery structure, as the sting retracted my body. On its stomach it had come, from the very bottom of water, to put its burning kiss on my stomach absorbed in a spiral motion, inside and painful. Just before, swimming seemed to solemnise the secret wedding of water and flesh. The jellyfish came between, as if to testify of this, of the imposture, it insidiously came and stopped in a continuous and peaceful move, as if to show that there exists something else, other places, other mysteries. Indeed !
snatched by the abyss. I saw it, it was swaying quietly at mid-depth, and suddenly disappeared, as I moved away, came out of the water, dried myself. I left the beach distraught and feeling strange. It seemed to me that the encounter with the majestically-moving gelatinous creature with the undulating corolla robe was only a passing and futureless affair. Sure, it was pretty, but really too cruel. Besides, I thought to myself, however burning their kisses are, no one marries jellyfish."