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Playwife
Love came, with its siren song. And I marvel that my freedom has become a relic stripped of its ancient power, like a person we once passionately desired and who now, when we happen upon them in an old photograph, leaves us indifferent.
El amor llegó de repente, con sus cantos de sirena. Y me maravillo de que mi libertad se haya convertido en un residuo vaciado de su antiguo poder, como una persona que hemos deseado hasta la locura y que ahora, volviendo a verla en una vieja fotografía, nos deja indiferentes.
Stefania Fumo
ISBN-13: 978-987-22487-2-7
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He shows me pictures of his ex wife: her wild hair, moody movie star face. How I hate to see them. And how irresistible they are. His relentless eye, his lens on another woman: evidence of the magic and mystery of devotion, of wanting, of presence. I see his patience and his cherishing. Her smile, so precious, so rare, is the fruit of a long and tender waiting. He told me: “Up until the very last day I kept her hand in mine”
I am haunted by the photographs. Hundreds and hundreds of them. Little lives exhaling in every corner of this house. Where he lived for nine and a half years, with her, and their three cats. Here they ate and slept and fought and did the same things over and over again. When I gaze into the mirror I think of the other woman whose face used to reflect in it every day. Did she look at herself some mornings and wonder: “Is this love that I‚m feeling?” - To Purchase Ex
ISBN: 987-212-9665
Sunday Morning Girls
Ongoing proyect:
To be published in December 2007.
Portraits taken in the wee hours of the morning every sunday.
