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"That´s another reason that Marek was wrong, because when the pictures are put together as a grid they make a big picture. The Sarajevo when it was put as a grid it looks like one big picture. The family pictures too, when they are hang together they bring you over, they work like a big picture. And there´s none of that in this show here. It´s all in the hanging. You can change the feeling completely by how you hang.
"Diane Arbus interview"
I love Diane
25.1.09
Das weisse Kaninchen
Allegro
The last evening.
In a coffe bar.
You and friends.
You don't see me.
I see you. I record
everything in my head.
You laugh.
You talk.
You stand up.
You come back.
You laugh again,
You talk again.
You are on the phone.
(She loves chatting on the phone)
You are speaking an interesting piece of gossip.
The time goes.
I am sketches in my notebook.
You stand up and you put coats on.
A short time after.
You go out.
Some days you are alone,
other days you are with your friends.
To play that I am in love.
Everydays I am here.
I do not want to say anything, imaging you is enough.
A lot of days
A lot of cafe,
At the end
I have fallen in love again.
O
Allegro
La otra tarde
En un café.
Tu y amigos.
No me ves
Te observo
Grabo todo
en mi cabeza.
Ríes.
Hablas.
Te levantas.
Vuelves.
Vuelves a reír.
Vuelves a hablar.
Hablas por teléfono
(le encanta hablar por teléfono)
Cuentas un interesante cotilleo.
El tiempo pasa.
Estoy dibujado en mi libreta.
Te levantas.
Te pones el abrigo.
Despues de un monmento
te vas.
Un día sola,
otro con tus amigos.
Jugar a que estoy enamorado.
Yo todos los dias aqui.
No quiero decir nada.
Es suficiente imaginarte.
De tantos días,
de tantos cafés,
Al final volví a enamorarme.
24.1.09
Der Voayeur
-It´s what she wants.
She´ll come to me
when you are asleep.
-Then i won´t sleep
adagio ma non troppo
-Don´t you see?
I come from your memory of her.
That´s the problem.
I´m not a complete person.
In your memory, you get to
control everything.
So even if you remember
something wrong, I am predetermined
to carry it out.
My voice sounds the way it does
because that´s how you remember it.
I am suicidal because
that´s how you remember me.
O
-Eso es lo que ella quiere.
Ella vendra a mí cuando
estes dormido.
-Entonces no voy a dormir.
adagio ma non troppo
-No lo ves?
Yo surjo de tu
recuerdo de ella.
Ese es el problema.
No soy una persona
completa.
En tu memoria, tu lo
decides todo.
Si tu recuerdas mal
alguna cosa, yo estoy
predeterminada a llevarla
a cabo.
Mi voz suena asi
por que asi la tienes presente.
Soy una suicida por que asi
resido en tu mente.
22.1.09
Der Traugottesdienst dem romantischer
She
The same actress
describes the photografy.
A clean,
grey
and rich
place.
She thinks she is getting older,
-Is he sleeping, maybe?
She talked about that
at that very minute.
It would have been beatiful
to get on a roof and shout to river
everything...
(extremely literary, almost twee).
He is very young yet.
He searched for the coin in the fund
Pocket
and...
but, of course, there are already no boxes
and there is already no romance,
improvisation,
chance ...
She could not say anythig to him
the world closed her mouth.
Curtain up.
O
Ella
La misma actriz
describe la fotografía.
Un lugar
limpio
gris
y rico.
Piensa que envejece,
-¿igual duerme?
de eso habló
en ese preciso momento.
Hubiera sido hermoso
subirse a un tejado y gritarle al río
todo lo que...
(extremadamente literario, rozando lo cursi).
El es aun muy joven.
Buscó la moneda en el fondo
del bolsillo
y....
pero claro ya no hay cabinas
ya no hay romanticismo.
improvisación
casualidad...
No pudo decirle nada
el mundo tapo su boca.
Se levanta el telón.
In der Stunde dem Tee
She was just the tears un the teapot,
She was scared of fish.
Today, she only wants to win battles,
So:
The curtain falls over her body, like a gillotina.
She crawled under it.
Zas!
Zas!
Zas!
She hits the ground with her hands.
She gets up violently.
With one hand she dries her tears.
With the other hand, she pressees her sex as she wanted to remove it.
But this is not the intention, it is just pure pleasure.
Her face changes from the rawest disappointment,
to an unbreable lightness that makes her laugh like a crazy.
JA
JA
JA
JAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJJA!
JAJAJA!
Laugh
Dance
a she sings:
Chasing a monsoon over the dune
Oh fly me to the moon
get me there soon
I don´t have to prove
I´ll last longer than you
One hump or two any handicap will do against you
I´ll be there soon-over the moon
I´ll be there soon-over the moon
Chasing a monsoon over the dune
Oh fly me to the moon, get me there soon.
Today she is other.
O
Ella fue solo lagrimas en la tetera,
Le asustaba el pescado
Hoy solo quiere ganar batallas,
Asi que:
Cae el telón sobre su cuerpo,
como si fuera una gillotína.
Ella bajo el arrastrándose.
Zas!
Zas!
Zas!
Golpea el suelo con sus manos.
De manera violenta se levanta.
Con una mano seca sus lagrimas.
Con la otra aprieta su sexo como si quisiera eliminarlo,
Pero la intención no es esa, es puro placer.
Su rostro cambia de la mas cruda decepción,
a una insoportable levedad que le hace reir como una loca
JA!
JA!
JAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJJ!
JAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJJA!
Ríe,
baila
y canta:
Chasing a monsoon over the dune
Oh fly me to the moon
get me there soon
I don´t have to prove
I´ll last longer than you
One hump or two any handicap will do against ypu
I´ll be there soon-over the moon
I´ll be there soon-over the moon
Chasing a monsoon over the dune
Oh fly me tothe moon get me there soon.
Hoy es otra
Die drei zusammen
They know the places where we go
They no smell what we feel.
However, they can locate our bodies.
Soul
Exactly
I.
The man,
The other man
as he was before.
Maybe
Maybe she is there,
so symply,
only he can imagine something more complicated.
We three lived this way.
The three together.
That is the summary of the history.
One day, one night, everything began.
They sang their song.
He leaves the bed, he leaves the house,
walks to the Danube.
This is a story.
This is a chapter.
This is a letter "o".
O
Ellos sabes los lugares donde vamos
No huelen lo que sentimos
sin emabargo pueden situar nuestro cuerpo.
Alma
Exacto.
Yo.
El hombre.
El otro hombre
tal y como era antes.
Quizá
Quizá esté allí,
así de simple,
solo él puede imaginar algo mas complicado.
Vivíamos los tre así.
Los tres juntos.
El resumen de la historia es ese.
Un día, una noche, todo empezaba
cantaron su canción.
Abandona la cama, abandona la casa
camina hacia el danubio.
Esto es una historia.
Esto es un capitulo
Esto es una letra "o".
Das Lied
The song they wrote together
it is swiming in their minds now.
Tomorrow
He brushes teeth.
He takes a glass of milk.
He has dinner.
He comes home exhausted.
He parks his bike.
Today
It stopped to flow
when she sang the highest note
and her vein exploded
She is almost sleeping.
She charted his body.
The last time she saw him.
-This is not my place!?.
I am a stranger.
He kept on cutting the air
behind each paper of the street.
O
La canción que escribieron juntos
nada ahora en sus mentes.
Mañana
Se cepilla los dientes
Toma un vaso de leche
Cena.
Llega a casa agotado.
Aparca la bici.
Hoy
Dejó de fluir
cuando reventó un vaso sanguíneo
al cantar la nota mas aguda.
Casi duerme.
Cartografió su cuerpo.
La última vez que lo vio.
-Este no es mi lugar?!
Soy un extraño
photo: videodance 2008
Bitteres Wort
-Lemon!
-Why do you tell me
this bitter word?!
-Let it be!
She leaves slowly
with a dirty and ripped dress.
She lies down and kisses the ground,
like a child.
She lies down and sees the sky.
She moves her legs
as she was riding a bicycle.
-And what that means?
-And what does your life mean?
-You have answered me with another question.
o
-Limón
-Por que me dices
esta palabra amarga?!
-Déjalo ser!
Sale despacio
con vestido sucio y roto
se acuesta y besa el suelo,
como a un niño.
Se tumba y mira el cielo.
Mueve las piernas
como si montara en bicicleta.
-Y esto que significa?
-Y tu vida que significa?
-Me has contestado con otra pregunta.
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