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Desire and the Hurricane Gallery 138 @ The Annex, Chelsea, NYC
November 6/December 12, 2002

"I am in every things the desire, in harmony with the cosmic order." Bhagavad Gîtâ.

Desire burns us alive. Nothing could ever be more ambiguous than this fire that destroys our reality as we drown ourself's in another realm. This desire suspended on your lips, like a child lost in the night, it is life and it is death, on the door of the morning of love. This is the end of the flesh, and the sun of the soul. Everything merges, this the fusion, the end and the beginning, sensual memory, sulfurous path and death of time.

Desire blind ours eyes. Nothing matters anymore than the curves of your hips, and the warmth and darkness of your womb, a secure place from which I will always be reborn, like a bird, like a tree, a pure spirit.

This is the archaic desire, the one that nourishes life, every day, every night, and even in between. It is crossing every thing, like water and wind. It is the breath of eternity which is here, there, before and after us.

This is desire, the big thief of the self. Inhabiting me, stilling my brain, my will and my power. Every hour he is there, killing my loneliness and exploding it into a myriad of stars all over inside of my body, like a new blood, a new flesh, a new hope.

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