Breathe

“..You see her only in the bench waiting beneath the sun. Only in the bench unaware you are there looking at her searching for herself in her searching for you. () Maybe she is only waiting for you to breathe waiting in the wings of your breath…” (an excerpt from the poem BREATH/e that was written by L. Alainne for that piece, NY 2006) A short kinetic story for the unfulfilled expectations. An improvisation of a girly figure with the sun, that comes and goes. A continuously altered landscape from the lightning changes that happen naturally, with the passage of time.

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Badeka Chrysanthi