MATILDE CERRUTI QUARA
The Paradox of alienation and estrangement.
The Paradox of space and time.
The Paradox of Eros & Death.
The Paradox of identity.
The Paradox of a lie so sincere it becomes a truth untold.
The Paradox of the malleable grid in between reality and fiction.
The Paradox of all questions unanswered, riddles unsolved, of all the lovers of all the parallel dimensions never encountered.
Questions answered with questions posed.
The night that becomes the day that becomes the day that becomes—the night.
Extra bodily, extra boldly, extra movements
A dream so vivid and lucid
The water by my side, pitch-black
A hint of light suffused above me
Icy pavement, the lines of marble
Resting again my body
Sharply pressing against them limbs
Feeling cold, feeling fine, feeling alive
Feeling I’m gonna die
Feeling I’m gonna die if you leave me
On the pavement
The gesture of being reborn
Just to push you as further as I can
I want to see you die
I want to see you dye
In the haze of the late morning light
From catharsis comes creation
La solution est dehors de la bourgeoise ma cherie
La vie la vie
Live la vie
Destructive forces of dual nature
So close and yet so far
And evil, e il male
And lucid follies
seemingly dark is also seemingly light and they both make up and they both collide and unite
through wise wisdom and humility and fucking letting go
bowing to the energies
bowing to the enemies
love is a drug for self-medicament
the courage to take action
and the action of having courage
and more and more
embrace the burden
dare to face
all tomorrow’s parties
again and again
the joy of the flesh
play—with us—ou pas cheri
And what shall we do
It is late night
and it is early morning
and we walk in the streets
bare feet naked hands and backs
the day forgotten
a hint of hope
that all we have is enough
ripe is ripe and reif is ripe is ready
unfreezing our selves
from all dogmatic constructions
everythingness as a gesture
to survive the day in the day
when the Moon falls and the Sun takes its shift
shining onto the metal laminates of the city we embraced and loved like a mother
the dirt on the sidewalks, the trash, everything is illuminated
beneath your nails and sunglasses
quite beautifully, a trace of orange lipstick
sparkling like willowleaf clementine zest
fresh face on a cold pillow
rainbows overarching and stretching their slender trembling s