the Bob Wilson World

I was very impressed when I see the spectacle at The Pierre Cardin Space, the actors are the builders for the scenographie, they bring the elements placed them in acurate points walking , making slowly movements, one time this finish, I remember the shape builded was a piramide with a child with a wolf masque remained in. The rest of company about sixty people for any ages between 10 to 70 years old became completely naked and start a dance free coreographie, that was the first time of my life who I see a colective naked ballet. All this new concept from the dinamic images on dumb theater make me discover the most theatrical resources, after this I can enjoy the Jean Cocteau theater gadgets at “La Beaute du Diable” or the master pieces of the dumb movie, so far to the special effects from Holywood for to day. The second part was played on the beside theater “Des Ambassadeurs” we must crossing each other through a narrow interior services corridors where we find live sculptures “An Stabbed Nun” in the maner of the middle age religeous live paintings as the Holy week. One time arrived to the lobby of “Des Ambassadeurs” the vision was more amazing, looking out side on the Champs Elysee Gardens, several actors dressed in fantastic animals, playing amusing shapes through the crystal doors converted in displayed windows for an exterior scene Turning back, on the clothing keeper, other living sculpture showing the murder from Marat by Charlotte Coday. Then we must entry to the salle, before this on the “Fer a Cheval" corridor around the sitting spectators place, an butler naked human border, floor-wall angle offering the second part like an enourmous cake. (I had through my shoes friend this information, Wilson was engaged hundred of students for acomplished this job. At the time he was financing from The Hoffman fundation) Inside was displayed the big fired iron wall closing the scene, at the first floor lodges others actors dressed like the Champs Elysee animals and others in XVI century armures was sitting there. Few minutes after the child with the woolf masque accompanied for her nanny a very high black women, knock on the iron wall fire, then this came up showing an oasis landscape with a piramide on the horizon and one quirurgical table on the middle where two doctors put the child to start his work. Well more or less that was the action, after forty years and all my cognitive behavorial therapies made by the will of my stepbrothers of Argentina, that is all who my memory can remember. But the most important how this was open my brain, that allow me years later Help to managing, directed and mounted a Tango show with Valeria Munarritz at the Theater of “La Gaitè Montparnasse” later hired for the culture branch of the French Comuniste Party, and showed around all the french country, on the Kunst Halle for “ I don’t remember what german town”. Or made directing and lighting, with Ludovica Squirru for Prometheus Bound when I’m back to Buenos Aires at the year 1983 on the “Block of the Lights” ”Manzana de las Luces” this was one of the first 16 bloks from the primitive town, where works the first Capitol from Argentina( in this historical Hall we mounted the Greek Tragedy), I explain all that, why one day the reetarded women who my argies stepbrothers want forced married me, she ask me ¿The Manzana de las Luces it is in San Isidro? An chic neighborhood 30 kilometers out side the border Town. It is impossible for the European people imagin how ignorant and simples are the rich farmers for the “soi dissant" High Society of Argentina My answer was”No Joaquina for you the Lights Block is off. Coming back to Paris, I start to flirt with the lighting director from the Bob Wilson company, she was a beautifull really fat girl, blond and a very white skin... One week after to flirt . I see my girl friend photographied naked, printed on a poster glued on the wall of all Paris with this legend “Fat is bauty” Obviously that open me the mind too...What far is Paris to Argentina!!! Years after here, I’m very close to be married with other really fat blond and very white skin woman, and my fucking pharmacist relatives destroy my very next wedding with the argument “she was to fat to be near the Royal Family” and try to forced married me with the monster, bad smell, stupid border line called Joaquina Frias Ayerza daugter for a Polo player former member for the “Conception Polo Team” the honored cuckolds hausband of flirts of Grece and Danemark young fertil Prince.