united sorry

the last night in paris, i just cleaned the apartment, i packed my stuff and now i must go to bed, because i must wake up very, very early.

paris was good to me, latifa and i had nice rehearsals, in the evening i  hang out with a friend and her son who came from amsterdam and i could see maria from new york several timesto prepare and talk about our performance.

today i just saw the exhibition traces of the sacred in pompidou. it felt like coming home.  suddenly i didn’t consider myself an outsider anymore, on the contrary, i saw the things i am intrested in, the whole time coming back in the work and especially in the thinking of others.

I hadn’t so much time, so i bought the catalogue, and i already underlined some sentences.

very connected with my spiritual search is my love for s. thinking of him makes me weak, vulnerable and happy. but he is not a projection of my desires anymore, since i visited him two weeks ago, and saw his life and his boyfriend, something changed and all i can say is that i love him with all my heart without expecting anything back.