The body breaks
Beautiful as young fragile thin shrubs
Towards the most unpredictable knots of wood
With its directions
CRYPTIC as the whims of the skin
Do you know the Strelitzia? it’s a flower
ORANGE tangerine, orange setting sun, orange pumpkin
BLUE Cobalt, of the sea, of the sapphire, of the winter night
But the same colors
Burned by the fire of August
full of the sounds of the holidays
become rotten earth
Green wet crack of sadness
Like the bones of older women forced into their solitary deliriums
when everything is about to vanish
And their offended teeth
They embrace you
Like dry branches under which the hair gets caught
despite everything around to show you
the microscopic void where once again the sprouts will have memory to be reborn
And mend the broken pieces everywhere on me
To contain my will
To contain my pain, my fear
To contain my mouth
To contain language
IN LOVE and shared WITH : Performance Co//ective – Spring 2025 – Abu Dhabi