Influx of new
... You are more likely to give me news of Saint-Loup or Zita which I disagree as if you had found the secret to add to the horror my situation but I prefer your hate to see you, one moment, indifferent to my concerns: the frenzy of people is not a meanness of heart.
It seems that their disappearance has awakened so many old memories as if each of you one way or another, threw themselves on some of their absences, their shortcomings or even their dissatisfaction: d In a way, my story moved as the outlet of lost feelings. A childhood friend, for example, a while I pretend to believe, was not impervious to my charm writes thus: "Perhaps at this moment, your persecutor is working to separate us, and prepares the dagger with which he must sacrifice both of us." Other, less lyrical send me solemnly that I can no relationship to whether they are statements of fact or fiction attempts: "I must tell you what happened recently in Venice, and writes a lady who is as Raymonde Trousson body-artist, "I suppose you who have traveled so much, know this city. I will personally all biennials. You also know that this is the meeting place all artists to Europe, maybe even the world. This year I have also especially enjoyed Cy Twombly ... But ... I did spend so performance on the small bridge that connects the public gardens where the exhibition pavilions and the island district of Santa Elena, dressed a dress of white cotton and featuring lightweight plastic buckets filled with water of various colors, I flooded me randomly one of them that both my dress and colored, so that it adheres to my body, showed off in the plastic. I proceeded then to a slow striptease to reveal my tattoos my piercings and then with a clothesline, plunged my dress in the Rio dei Giardini until it is almost white when on the parapet of the bridge, it had dried in the sun, I started the process. Modernizing both the myth of Venus and the rites of baptism, I was working on the tracks and memory, purifying affirming the value of art ... But let's go, this is not essential. I proceeded well for two days when a woman in her forties, short hair lights, sunglasses, bright red on the lower lip jewelry made of gold the two words "why not", wearing a leotard and a white capri tight, that I do not ask him anything, took one of my buckets and, after having bathed, splashed itself: we performed all following the performance. I found it both exciting and symbolic: the spectator had no doubt, understood the deeper meaning of my approach and, by his act, highlighted the tension inherent in the act of communion. We did this all day.
At the end of the afternoon, as I suggested to go with me to eat something, she presented herself: "Zita Avarescu. I immediately thought of you but, preferring to wait a bit for more, I told him nothing. We worked together for three days. The fourth, and nothing would be expected, without giving me any sign of life, it did not come back: I do not see her again ... Do not you find it strange? "
What to say to these Notes ? What do other than wait?
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