“Am I scary?” she wonders, looking at her reflection in the mirror Looking at herself in the eyes… the eyes, just so… “remember, the eyes are the mirror of the soul!” used to say the great grandmother… she repeated it…
Desdemona march 3, 2006
Desdemona is happy, she sits in front of the oval mirror and starts brushing her long red hair Desdemona is proud of herself, she finds it very satisfying to find out she was right Desdemona was right from the beginning,…
Angelica, december 4, 2005
How’s your paper nightmare going? I bet you like it, that undertow of pain you can show off… You finally have a new way to be in the spotlight of a theatre you don’t recognize. There are no actors, no…
Amélie and Angelica november 15, 2005
did you hear Amelie? They said they saw you going down, they saw me bringing you here, in your room with your purple velvet chair, your silk gowns and the best music to kiss your ears. they saw your feet…