Rain On Theatre's Roof
In the hall next to each other
In the hall next to each other
miles afar we sit and stare
at the screen, so big, bigger
than the wall, world.
Your cold skin hands me
a good fever, and it rains on the screen,
two figures running inside the garden
to find the fountain of clouds.
We forget each other's name,
forget this theatre is an abandoned one,
gutted years ago. I run inside
the garden of rain, drag you
with me, so much silence crackling,
your hand so far from my reach
and tight in my grip. Who said
anything about madness?
at the screen, so big, bigger
than the wall, world.
Your cold skin hands me
a good fever, and it rains on the screen,
two figures running inside the garden
to find the fountain of clouds.
We forget each other's name,
forget this theatre is an abandoned one,
gutted years ago. I run inside
the garden of rain, drag you
with me, so much silence crackling,
your hand so far from my reach
and tight in my grip. Who said
anything about madness?
The woman in the 2nd row is none other than 21-year-old Brigitte Bardot, ca. 1955, a year before "And God Created Woman" (Et Dieu… créa la femme) made her an international star. Her identification as a sex symbol led Simone de Beauvoir to call he a "locomotive of women's history" in her 1959 essay, "The Lolita Syndrome."
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