Archive of daily gestures
Spain
First gesture: In the mornings I usually wake up a little down. So around the bed I usually put objects that bring back good memories.
Like the photo of my son Jan. I didn't meet my father and I never wanted to have children, but life surprises you. I also have the picture of Justine and the little sign she put on her door when she didn't want to be disturbed. Remembering her puts me in a good mood.
Second gesture: I immediately make the bed.
The action lifts my spirits. I like to make my bed. Mine. I have a LAT "Leaving apart together" relationship.
All my women have been the same. Amazing, strong, smart, intelligent, very talented, but unbearable, like my mother.
Third gesture: every morning I grind oatmeal and eat it for breakfast.
I like to eat living things. I also had two long relationships with men. But without sex. I loved them deeply. They were sensitive beings. But unfortunately I am not gay.
They both later committed suicide. One, after arriving from Vietnam as a volunteer, the other was from an English high society family, he was so tortured by his condition.
Fourth gesture: I burn eucalyptus to clean my lungs and disinfect the air.
I learned this when I lived in Spain with Marieta. Marieta was a very important woman for me.
Fifth gesture: I feed Max.
...but then I met Esther in Paris and fell madly in love with her.
Sixth gesture: I get to my studio.
I need solitude. Humanity is a pain in the ass, "You have to love everyone!", Fuck yourself!
Seventh gesture: As soon as I arrive I make myself a cocoa.
But I love people, I need to love and be loved. My mother never knew how to love me like a son. "I was the most handsome, the most intelligent..." I entertained her. I was his jester.
Eighth gesture: I start working.
You know. When I was a baby, my father wanted to take me with him to Mexico, but without my mother. She went crazy and kept me hidden for a year and a half. A year and a half hiding as a baby. That's how it all started.
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Is that okay, Maria?