I wait the perfomance ending to applaud
Silence, a little, scream almost nothing, skipping ideas and jumping on desires, opening the will, leading to falling for something that I believed in that instant that could belong, a moral behaviour and ethical decision about what she wants. I ask myself if it was not a soul from her internal child that strangely manifested, a memory or ghost from the past that she doesn't control. Maybe it was something between materiality and dream. Why a free person, at a given moment, has another personality, involved by emotions and feelings that translated as madness. The act from psychological drama, extremely personal that is twisted from a shadow side to bright. I could not understand. Not a short conversation she was good, gladly and attentive with what happened around us. Perhaps because she is a youth with no more than twenty one of age, I know that she imitates her community, making that woke up now, trying show that she had a love, affair in bed, hoarse and something