chinese box

quien se come a quien?

(los peces globulosos estan por atacar)

la pesada cortina esta todavia cerrada, aun cuando ya son mas de las 10. Mi memoria habita, entonces, en esa distancia, desde ese lado de la cama hasta la cortina.

the weather is extremely dry. the fruits, the flowers, the skin crackled, worn quickly. because of this, despite myself, i have to remember to use two pots of cream daily: cream 1: Skin cream with junniper-pot of 400 ml-for all over the body-2: L'Oreal hydrafresh: oranges parfume. tiny translucent pot, made of opaque rounded glass. between pots 1 and 2 extends a ligth that falls obliquely from the rigth side, extending one of the shadows and unfolding it.

between pots 1 and 2 extends a lawn of fresh grass, where we threw a fluorescent plastic disc to my parents, wich they returned it from their place, on a cloak, close to the white ford falcon. My father (who is now throwing the disc making an almost flat elipsis in his movement) wrote to me an email yerterday, thanking for the photographs i sent to him, he was in his wording, very affectionate, very correct. i imagine him during sunday morning, with his slippers and his leaf green sweater, dictating to my mother, near the computer.

(about the position between two or more points)(sobre la posicion entre dos o mas puntos)

chinese box

mercedes perez bergliaffa

montreal canada

2003

the displacement through the instinct

people generate distances (between themselves and within themselves) that are engraved in the spaces; they almost inhabit them. tha's why, on that coat, for example, i can still perceive that Vicky was here, before breakfast, around five minutes ago; or perhaps, 20.000 kilometers of distance.