Madalina brings back with the subtle undulation of her body the memory of the ancient caryatids. Bearing on the shoulders not the burden of the ledge of the old temples burning in the hot marble of the Acropolis, but the sensual weight of her own body, sculpted as history flows along. From the naked body of the ancient amazons, heaving like warriors on the backs of the agitated horses, going through the caress of the heavy furs in which the obedient bodies would find shelter during the long north winters, and all the way to the black shine of the panther skins hunted during hot nights, which reveal it, by covering it.
If she calls you at a vibrant midnight, when sirens break free, with hysteric horns and obscure shouts, donāt hesitate. Jump in your tuxedo, pull the braces over your shoulders, put on a felt hat and run in her arms. From there the world is seen totally different and you can taste during an ineffable moment the universal explosion of your lives.
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ARTE VIZUALE/MEDIA
