The Diary of Lady M Page #2

I realized that I previously only

had loved people's clichs.

I knew nothing about him...

but I knew he wasn't a soul thief.

I had always been clumsy.

You know what clumsy means?

Don't move!

For the first time,

I see you in my light.

And how's the show?

Not so bad.

I ordered all that for you.

How is it?

Not so bad.

Not so bad?

It's marvellous!

It scared me more to be

under his gaze...

than being in hall ahead of

I wanted to go towards the light.

I was used to the floodlights...

but under the gaze of this man...

my legs became soft.

My desire was to

to feel a great energy.

And I had the feeling

that my body dispersed.

I lay in Diego's arms, in that hotel

in Calla San Cristina.

While I was

those blooming almond trees,

that had touched Van Gogh

so much on a Spring morning.

I was here and now,

and yet in another place.

I loved everything, enjoyed everything,

even my own death.

The love for him was different

from anything I had known.

It was a slow ascent,

with pauses...

with phases...

At the very top a flash

goes slowly through me...

and burns the meaning of things,

even their own meaning.

I felt almost like being placed

in the world of fairy tales,

sheltered by

that warm yellow blanket.

On a background of purple clouds

and croaking ravens...

appeared the outlines of

the Castle of The Evil Queen.

I never forgot that picture book...

every day I eagerly added

new pictures.

They were all devoted

to The Evil Queen.

This admirable woman,

who polished her mirror...

every day, in order

to look beautiful.

The desire to look beautiful

was her only moral!

To look more beautiful than

Snow White, whose pale face...

only made a bunch of dwarfs

start to dream!

The dazzling light of the castle,

where the evil queen held

her splendid festives,

has led my steps, alone

and shivering through the night.

My path was destined,

I would be Lady M.

whatever would happen.

What is it?

Why are you sad now?

Me?

Nothing!

I was in my "intimate Africa."

"Intimate Africa?"

A phrase from my childhood.

For me it means:
dreaming.

In school I had a teacher,

who used to come...

stalking from behind,

pinched me and said:

"Hey, strumpet, you're dreaming."

She was right.

What?

Dreaming is the worst crime.

No,

the worst crime

is to have no "thunes".

- What means "thunes"?

- It means dough, money.

I like the way it's written.

They're talk about those

monastery builders.

Listen:

"They were slaves on earth,

to be free in heaven."

"They were kneeling

and starving here,

to get up there and sit at

the table of the Lord."

Well, but they ended up

fighting against...

the counts of this region,

who lurked on their treasures.

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