HUNDREDS OF WORDS... JULY 2013
Festival begins. Workshop small turnout. Question the vegetarianity of lunch. 5000 metre high ceremony. Wood. Beer. Apples. Sugar. Coca. Tabacco. Wine. Pure Alcohol. And a lighter. Clowns on a hill. Blowing smoke. Praying with perfect coca leaves. Flames. Explosions. Colours. A pretty picture.
Hula Hoop collides with everything. Vibrates laughter with my improvisations. Workshop grows. The ceremony was coming true. Hooked screws in oorboards hold the structure. Apply my weight. Resists. Apply technicians weight. Resists. Rehearse music. Resists. Final rehearsal with lights. Flash. Crash. Warm bloody ood. Doctors play with wound. Look at the bone! 16 ceremonious stitches.
Scared to sleep. Nightmares gatecrash dreams. Open eyes now and again. Life is still alive. Hide from the sun. Souchi plus pancakes. Tears plus panic. Couldn´t help heckling.
Flash accident. Weeks of reflection. Haven´t washed myself. Since then. Lost beanie. Bumbag definitively lost too. Friendly caring company. Make it all bearable.
Caramel and soy sauce. Spicy paw paw. Time sorts out moments. Perfectly. Lunch on the floor. Dinner with hands. Waiting for freebies. Days disappear.
Hopelessy hopefull. Hopefully not hopeless. Alarm clocks. Pills. Head protection hat fashions. Jumpy on the inside. Delicate on the outside. Playing the patient patient.
Bucket shower. Can´t wet face. Don´t feel clean. Return to doctor. Stitches snipped out. One remains firm. Despite the tugs. It will fall out. Calendula and Matico. Natural nurses. Doctor amazed by “Made in Bolivia” medicinal plants. Colourful knitted masterpieces found for one another. Knick knacks from Witch Street. Copal for fires. Mini doll for photos. Eucalyptus oil for… smelling? Create with Aymara. Porno Terrorism. The Banana Shaman. The Spirit. Bananas up orifices. Mashed and scraped onto a plate. With a candle. A birthday present for Ariel. Back on stage. Fun. Laughter. Healing. Relieved. Before leaving. The Peaceful La Paz.
Nervous taxi rides. Lost streets. Cosy cholitas. Always comfy. Tucked into trades. Powerful braids. Noisy traffic jams. Silent open roads. Mandarines skate across floor. Bundles hold down roof. Time changes in bus. Swallowed by windows. Mountains sprout from lakes. Clouds puff from peaks. Sit in the present. See the future. Watch it roll past. Seagulls in lake paddocks. Farmers lay with herds. Men await tourists. To lug luggage. For those leftover foreign coins.
Friendly border. No inspecting, x-rays or suspicions. Stamps. Smiles. Back row eggs. Bribe customs with two dozens. Slept in seats. On floors. At last, asleep in bed.
Arequipa. Hari Krishna. Turban scar protection. You call that a hat? One Juice. Two Refills. Oregano bread. Blind buskers. Sailor Police. Stupid Statue inbetween.
Honey. Hazelnuts. Cows graze last piece of land. Malls nibbling the fencelines. So much said. So much heard. So little retained. Sleepy foods. The early wait for the late. Tropically hot bus. Grey skies. Grey streets. Grey lima. First full shower. First peek at scar. Surprised. Happy. Smile at reflection.
Theatre for markets. Measured in time and space. 20 minutes. Metre by metre. Tell the story briefly. Then let the creativity run free. A Chinese Opera.
Breakfast: Lonely bread. Climate: Cold Shower: Cold too. Theatre below. Rooster above. Canaries In the middle. Three cement stories. Full of Stories. Latin America under one roof. The world under one sky. Sharing the same doubts, problems, pride and proposals in different dialects. Fried sweet plantains. Garlic and rice. Transforming parks in theatres. Anyone in audiences. Forgotten in remembered. Weeks of rest. Two shows in one day. Silly clown. Bad clown. Beautiful clown. Sore clown. SautĂŠed vegetarian loin. Sweet sighs in Lima. After years. Places disappear. And appear. Dinner: Reheat lunch. Stitch still stitched. In sleeping bags. Hugging is restricted.
Surpise Bonus Dollars. Lentils. No dessert. Left over money. Naca Shell powder. Creamy brownie coffee. Blind masseuse. 41 kilo unsuitable suitcase. Comfy bus. 18 hours. Forgotten vegetarians. Movies. Sleep. Biscuits. Crumbs.
Luggage with turkeys. Sweep aside excrement. From grey to green. Banana plantations. Mandarins. Tamales. Cheese on toast terminals. Fall asleep in Guayaquil.
Awake in Quito. Wait for eight. Home with Marco. Parachute views. Two days tiredness. Clown with addicts. Skipping rope. Tennis balls. Transform. Melt. Play.
Green banana tortillas. Egg. Morocho. Busy Ecuadorian snack hide out. History on the walls. On the cutlery. On the tables. On the faces.
Quito enormous. Up. Down. Around. Roads and valleys. Built on reďŹ lled land. Accompany Marco into Ecuadorian bureaucracy. Angelic statue´s penis. Lopsided shoulder protestor. Parking attendant hustlers. Call them neighbours. Veci for short. Marco painted on a wall. Vegetarian versions of typical dishes. Orange skin in chocolate. Nito knowledge. Clown butoh wolf. Colombian arepas. Polystyrene coffee. Indian buffoon. Complimentary tea.
Play in park. Hats and doubledutch. Communal salad. Crushed Oreos. Icecream. Last minute manjar. Other side of tunnel. Folkloric dance. Finger painters. Street Comedians. Wait our turn. Intervene dances. Shivering skin wind. Somersault assistance. Sillyness. Skills. Simplicity. Count coins with Canelazo.
Alien architect. Mothership house. Pretend potential investor. Late for pizza. Wealthy retired men. Bicker passionately. The world´s bellybutton. And beyond. Dirt track towns. Crooked teeth kids. Foolish magic. Nobody fooled. Back to rehab. Games galore. Return to middle earth. The crater. Hot spring hunting. No directions. Hold a stone. Follow butterflies.
Cows devouring time. Follow red arrows. Cross a dead beatle. Reach hill top. Hear chopping. Talk to whistles. Return downhill. Hunters point. Reach lime oven. Follow river sounds. Family jackhammering rocks. Return up hill. Find hot springs. Less than luke warm. Clouds descend. Night yawns. Knees scream. Fears flourish.
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