Sad is the fate of the body that ends up a clown, Jester of king and court.
Shaped by demand.
Dismantled and taken to pieces.
Transformed into an old whore who follows empty choreographies.
Choreographies become vacant though stereotype,
senseless repetition.
Gone are the days of glory, of dexterity.
Gone is the pulse, the swimming in the flows among the crevices.
Arm strokes which lack direction and movement,
undermining support, filled with polyester.
10/2004 - This text was written during the seminar on “Group Coordination, Body and Intervention”given by Patricia Mercado (Social Psychologist) in Buenos Aires, Argentina.