Emerson Gallery

INTERMEZZO Lato A | BUONGIORNO E ARRIVEDERCI

Barbara Fragogna

“My Cage Is Your Palace Project”

Painting, drawing, installation

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My Cage Is Your Palace

There have been moments

-When I felt in the mood-

That I’ve lost consciousness

To be aware of life

So I said: “You’re welcome!”

Through an overwhelmed

explosion of enthusiasm.

There’s been an icicle falling right there,

On the top of my skull.

The head was big,

Better I would say long, in a torpedo’s shape.

I was ashamed but I didn’t know why.

I asked you please to step by.

Introduced to my tongue

You climbed down

To the centre of the house.

There you’ve found a beating muscle

In a suitable red dressing

Jumping bright, dumped and happy.

The house was me,

Built on concrete, flesh and bones.

All melt together by an intense

Burst of passion, desire and love.

Everybody’s been able to notice the wild forest

In the middle of the hall,

The gate is wide open,

Like my stomach

Waiting to host the Host.

I’ve recognized in you the similar,

The equal fantasy

And it was true.

So you climbed even more

Sinking down below

To reach the other centre

Of this architectural wonder.

You discovered a pulsing flower

Crying for you to enter its garden.

You brought me water.

I gave you a flavour, a scent, the essence.

I was embraced by thunder,

My soaking vibration.

You left me a note:

“See you next life.”

I died right there

And in a second

I was born again.

My new life is now,

Special guests crowd the house

Celebrating the newborn emotion.

They toast sipping holy-bloody-good wine.

I still feel my mind

To be bigger than this Cage.

I still feel these arms

To be shorter than you all.

But you breathe the fresh air in my Palace

Because there’s no ceiling,

nor roof at the top.