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Then, pressing against the windowsill
with her left foot and pushing her right leg forward, she simply
jumped from the second floor onto the asphalt spread with people
chatting in the spring afternoon.
Everyone saw the jump yet no one was surprised to see her penetrate
the air in a soft flight. A photographer barely captured the expression
of her eyes and the smudge of her heel rising over the faces on
the asphalt. Below, those who had always ever content with only
looking came out of themselves through their eyes and elevated
as one, becoming lighter with each heart beat and wiser at the
end of their waiting -moving towards their center.
Almost no one sees her disappear in the air at the other side
of the canal, between the abandoned factory and the windmill on
the rusty, crooked tower, to slip through a broken window until
she reaches the living room couch and enters once again her sleeping
body.
The nap concluded soon, when a bumblebee brought by the breeze
buzzed past her ear. She then stretched her limbs feeling like
going out for a walk. Once in the street, she let the blocks seduce
her and walked aimlessly until she felt a rumor of humanity in
the distance. She used her senses to find the source and ended
up on a sunny sidewalk, stretched in between the edge of the water
and a wide brick building.
She arrived at the moment when many spring lovers, who were sunbathing
and chatting on the asphalt, lifted their heads towards the second
floor window to see the jump and the soft flight to the other
side of the canal, while they and her -in unison- felt their body
coming out of their eyes and elevate in the air.
Red Hook, Brooklyn - May 11, 2000
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