Sun
is shining on the open palms of Gaudy.. Dreams amongst the old trees..Mosaic
made of sun splinters.. Slight feeling of something lost.. If you take
this city inside you, with all its fragile elegance of art nouvo, and
metal of a seaport, and Almodovar suburbias... This city destroys your
mind.. But sun is rising over the see again... And flowers are all around..
Their are reflected on the sea water and in window glasses.. You are lost
here... Something is not here... Something I can not remember.. Scent
of salt and heated stones... There is no autumn here.. With its scent
of wet leaves... Sun is burning summer and stay on the roofs... There
are no shadows here... Everything is contoured with a single line... Such
a strong desire.. to destroy.. Even yourself...
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Rene Cler
John Augustus "Madame Suggia" used for the collage.