NOT TOUCH ME, YOU NOT ME TOCO ...
Hier, who hurts you ...
Hier, who hurts you ...
24 last Sunday, Jenny and Alicia was invited to participate in "Goodbye House", a multidisciplinary arts project intervention of a home today should already be in process of demolition, if not completely in ruins. I went ... with many doubts. I did not know if I would to encourage to do something. Last time, when It happened to me the voice to other similar action, participated in a passive way only. There was a preconceived speech. I did not know what I could do ... not for a specific purpose except to break the inertia that was creative, it was.
Indications were accurate. Arriving was easy. See in the distance, through the open door, totally dedicated to her work was inspiring. A Orieeetttta, viniiiiste!! made me feel more than welcome. Hugs and kisses separate presentations by (recently I was with Meche, the third of the group) met the house. One by one we visiting rooms. Offices had recently worked inside.
Yes, this must have been garden, talked to Alicia. How far have finished the room? Surely there was a terrace next! Upstairs, four bedrooms we have probably built for a family of medium or large, three to five children, I guess. What has become of them? Where are they now? Living in Peru? Thinking about them makes me feel intrusive. Although the evidence left by the previous office was more than evident, could not stop thinking about who built it in the plan of life they had and by the fact that this house did.
The amplitude of the rooms, the hall of distribution of the second floor was the size of my current dining room, parquet floor, marble bathrooms, the ceiling tiles, large mirrors and thick all finished ... they spoke of their former glory. I took about thirty-eight to forty years. Not anymore. Was well preserved for her age, though it was obvious that long ago that was not beloved. What incredible power of disaffection distorting! Neither the rich and beautiful skylight of the ladder teatina could counter it.
I decided on the guest bathroom. Yes, some small. Something that could handle. It was my first time ... I was scared, not knowing where to start. I was nervous ... insecure do not know ... The big mirror gave me confidence. I knew I would help. Was a cousin of glass, a soulmate for me. I tried to prevent splitting with the hammer, but it was impossible. For more hard hitting, he could not trace him. I was afraid to get hurt. I looked for a stone, nothing ... I could not overcome my fears. Alicia came with the assurance of experience, launched and managed to prevent splitting in a trice. I admired his courage ... not enough to know what to do, I know ... We must dare. Must be exposed. What if a sliver I had reached the glass eye?
Emboldened by the example and help of my friend, I hit the mirror in order to run some of the cracks, but they turned into tears. Uuuuuuyyyyy, I thought, if I touch it hurts me. If anyone touches it, can get badly hurt. Carefully, I removed the most dangerous pieces. Suddenly, the vacuum left by them intimately connected me with space, with bathroom, with the house. Suddenly, the two were one. The presence, the absence of those pieces of mirror, denoted was the danger.
The danger faced without fear for Alice, managed to get it under control for me and irreparably overtaken by the house no. Any change involucra un riesgo. Recién la comprendí. Recién entendí lo que tanto ella como yo podíamos hacer la una por la otra.
Indications were accurate. Arriving was easy. See in the distance, through the open door, totally dedicated to her work was inspiring. A Orieeetttta, viniiiiste!! made me feel more than welcome. Hugs and kisses separate presentations by (recently I was with Meche, the third of the group) met the house. One by one we visiting rooms. Offices had recently worked inside.
Yes, this must have been garden, talked to Alicia. How far have finished the room? Surely there was a terrace next! Upstairs, four bedrooms we have probably built for a family of medium or large, three to five children, I guess. What has become of them? Where are they now? Living in Peru? Thinking about them makes me feel intrusive. Although the evidence left by the previous office was more than evident, could not stop thinking about who built it in the plan of life they had and by the fact that this house did.
The amplitude of the rooms, the hall of distribution of the second floor was the size of my current dining room, parquet floor, marble bathrooms, the ceiling tiles, large mirrors and thick all finished ... they spoke of their former glory. I took about thirty-eight to forty years. Not anymore. Was well preserved for her age, though it was obvious that long ago that was not beloved. What incredible power of disaffection distorting! Neither the rich and beautiful skylight of the ladder teatina could counter it.
I decided on the guest bathroom. Yes, some small. Something that could handle. It was my first time ... I was scared, not knowing where to start. I was nervous ... insecure do not know ... The big mirror gave me confidence. I knew I would help. Was a cousin of glass, a soulmate for me. I tried to prevent splitting with the hammer, but it was impossible. For more hard hitting, he could not trace him. I was afraid to get hurt. I looked for a stone, nothing ... I could not overcome my fears. Alicia came with the assurance of experience, launched and managed to prevent splitting in a trice. I admired his courage ... not enough to know what to do, I know ... We must dare. Must be exposed. What if a sliver I had reached the glass eye?
Emboldened by the example and help of my friend, I hit the mirror in order to run some of the cracks, but they turned into tears. Uuuuuuyyyyy, I thought, if I touch it hurts me. If anyone touches it, can get badly hurt. Carefully, I removed the most dangerous pieces. Suddenly, the vacuum left by them intimately connected me with space, with bathroom, with the house. Suddenly, the two were one. The presence, the absence of those pieces of mirror, denoted was the danger.
The danger faced without fear for Alice, managed to get it under control for me and irreparably overtaken by the house no. Any change involucra un riesgo. Recién la comprendí. Recién entendí lo que tanto ella como yo podíamos hacer la una por la otra.
¿Por qué el baño? me pregunto ahora. ¿Qué representa dentro de la estructura de una casa? El baño es el lugar de purificación y depurificación de la materia, de los cuerpos que la habitan. En él botamos toda nuestra mierda, toda la suciedad que pudiera estar afectándonos, y recibimos la energía revitalizadora y purificadora del agua limpia. ¡Qué bieeeen nos sentimos después a bath! Aaahhhh ... what riiiico is shit! Are almost orgasmic pleasures ....
I think of it, at home, think about me ... We both needed a ritual of purification and renewal with good vibes to help us face the danger, our fears, and to envision our future with hope . A change ... A new horizon from the pleasure, of joy, to feel in harmony with ourselves and with the other ... even for a moment. Never mind that last only that day. Overall, what is eternal in this life? No, of course material. She was there to remind us.
All worked ... each in his own. Laughter, jokes, hugs, mixed with industrious silence with solidarity contributions to the problems that each project has been raised. It was a warm, intimate ... very feminine. Suddenly I realized that the organizers were women., But not only them but the house was also a "she" ... I thought in the invitation of Vale. There, the organizers were mostly men ... The intervention of the house also took place in a festive and relaxed atmosphere ... full of positive energy. The call was made as far in advance, so the participation was almost mass. The auditors also overwhelmingly male, preferably used in its different variants graffiti or street art, to use a more generic name. Sure, I thought, in that action, the prevailing masculine ... the public.
I had not noticed that difference before ... I do not want to fall into the cliché that men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. Na 'to do. But finding interesting as I thought. Would it be so easy I was more actively involved? How would she feel? The house, ancestral domain of women, the traditional stronghold of their identity, their domain ... the family. Would they pass it through the minds of girls and boys? Was this relevant to them? I do not know ... I do not think ... I spoke
His proposals for a Mars Venus Mars and a Venusian. Proposals for Ali, Jenny and Meche were not timid or weak. They were physically and emotionally risky. In the case of Vale's invitation, the projects, but showed a skillful handling of the scene, were tinged with humor and tenderness. No, definitely do not think that what I consider they find interesting. They, thanks to the women of my generation before mine, are the product of change. Not imagine that there was a different world. And, in some places todavía existe.
Pensé en ella nuevamente. En lo que se convertiría…En los que la habitarían entonces…En sus vecinas… ¿Cómo cambiaría el “barrio”? ¿Podrían los nuevos inquilinos imaginarse, como lo hacemos ahora, a las familias que le dieron ciudadanía a estas tierras? No lo sé, todo será distinto. El cambio es inevitable. Pero, gracias a la acción de proyectos como el de Ali, Jenny y Meche y el de Vale y sus amigos, hacemos fuerza para que este cambio sea respetuoso e incluyente. Hoy, igual que ayer, es nuestra propia acción la única que puede lograrlo.
¡Gracias Jenny, gracias chicas, por permitirme intentarlo! ¡Gracias Vale, for letting me join them! Goodbye house, thanks for the opportunity given! I accompany my best vibes.
