La nuit tombe bleue marine sur la ville où s'endorment Akan et la jeune fille,

loin l'une de l'autre, dans un quartier opposé de la cité.

Elles ne se parlent plus maintenant.

Akan dans son lit repense à la demoiselle aux hirondelles.

Elle a peur pour elle.

C'est dans la peau de la jeune fille désormais, la peau neuve a été tatouée.

Le dessin splendide doit lui faire mal à cette heure ci.

Non parce qu'il s'agit d'une plaie, mais parce qu'il s'agit d'un terrible

acte manqué à l'envers.

Il n'est cependant plus question de rature, hachure à l'encre noire.

"Le bras aux hirondelles". copyright Alice ODILON 2010.

Pour la gamine, ce tatouage indélébile conclue son amour incontrôlé pour sa mère,

pour celle-ci il s'agit d'une fantaisie, d'un message impubère.

Mais alors que c'est-il donc passé?

Quel est ce quiproco dans la peau, si douloureux et virtueusement regardable?

- J'ai voulu faire entrer les hirondelles dans mon ciel, et Akan avec,

raconte la jeune fille dans son sommeil profond.

Je désirais les garder en moi, de crainte qu'elles ne s'envolent.

C'était la seule chose à laquelle je pouvais vraiment m'accrocher.

Cette pensée pour ma Mère.

Et je sentais Akan partir, vers la fin de sa vie et je l'ai retenue.

Ecrire ma mère dans ma peau représentait le pacte le plus réel de mon destin.

Sacraliser Akan c'était aussi la faire mienne pour que je puisse vivre enfin.

Toutes ces écritures à l'extérieur de moi, m'ont paniquée et se devaient

d'être captées dans mon derme.

Je demande l'absolution afin que je puisse regarder l'intérieur de mon bras,

sans la hantise du membre étranger.

Que ce cauchemar cesse à jamais, que ma mère ne craigne plus d'être dans ma peau.

Oh! Maman que m'as-tu fait en partant de ma vie?????

J'ai tellement eu peur pour toi, toujours.

Maman reviens moi, reste en moi, que je puisse vivre sans ta présence!

- Dans la nuit bleue marine, Akan ne peut plus dormir.

Ses longues jambes fuselées remuent lentement sous le drap.

A l'intérieur de ses bras maigres, s'endort une petite fille au bras hachuré d'oiseaux.

Son corps anorexique lui parle de la jeune femme aux hirondelles.

Alice ODILON. Copyright Alice ODILON 2010.

Navy Blue Night falls on the exile city where sleep Akan and the girl

far away from each other in an opposite area of the city.

They do not talk anymore.

Akan in her bed, thinks about the swallow tattoo girl.

She is worried about her.

It's in the skin of the girl right now. The new skin has been tattooed.

The virtuous design is certainly hurting her arm at this time.

Not because it is a wound, but because it is a terrible

Lacanian backwards slip.

However, there is no question anymore of erasing, neither black ink hatching on the flesh.

For the girl, this uncontrolled indelible tattoo concludes her love for her mother.

For the the last one it is a fantasy, a message coming from someone below

the age of puberty.

So what happened then?

What is this quiproco in the skin, so painful and virtuous watchable ?

- I wanted to show the swallows and  Akan in my sky,

says the young girl in her deep sleep.

I wanted to keep them in me, I was so scared they flied away.

It was the only thing I could really hang on.

This memory of my Mother.

And I felt Akan leaving, towards the end of her life and I retained her.

Writing my mother in my skin was the most real covenant of my destiny.

Making Akan sakred, was although making her, mine, in order I could live finally.

I panicked, all these entries outside of me, had to be trapped in my skin.

I'm asking for absolution so that I can watch inside of my arm

without the phantom pain specter of a missing limb.

Let this nightmare stops forever, let my mother no longer fears being in my skin.

Oh Mom! what have you done to my life ?????

I'm so afraid for you, always.

Mom be back to me, remains in me, then I can live without you!

- In the navy blue night, Akan can not sleep.

Her long slender legs slowly stir in the sheet.

Within her thin arms, a little girl with hatched birds on her limb, falls asleep.

Disembodied Akan dreams about the limbless baby.

Alice ODILON. Copyright 2010.

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In the crowd there are anorexic people moving differently. 

Their dark energy behaves like a form of negative energy, gravitational repulsion.

"Gravitational repulsive Energy". Copyright Alice ODILON 2009. All rights reserved.

The nature of this force remains a mystery.

The pure essence of this dark energy creates energy phantom

as the energy of an amputated limb.

This form of energy is sometimes also called "zero point energy."

Sometimes these anorexic persons are so agitated, "elusive",

they seem untouchable like virtual photon particles.

The vacuum anorexic energy is the amount of produced  and saved energy

to achieve the zero point and draw the body space time.

Alice ODILON December 2009.

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There has been a shambles, a shipwreck in my family.

I'm the little survivor, an unexpected seed which grew up badly.

Some people say: "I'm a warrior, nothing will be left after me!"

As an anorexic girl I would rather say: "After the shambles you made, would it be possible for me to develop,

but I would try."

All my strength was used to stand the strain of the lack of love

from the only one I expected it from:my Mother.

If I were to compare myself to a living thing, I would be a poor plain-looking plant in a dark path,

or a sea star missing a limb in a tidal pool.

"Amputee du Coeur". Copyright Alice ODILON 2009. No clone is free.

I'm a survivor.

I'm an X.

Only the living rough X knows the way to exist in front of my Mother or other predators.

If we want to abridge this complex growing phenomenon, we could say

I drastically cut my body by removing my trunk and my head.

"Rupture de Coeur". Copyright Alice ODILON 2009. No clone is free.

I just kept in my mind the trace of an empty cage sheltering non-existent innards and guts,

a long time ago.

Then I kept my eyes, my mouth, my sex, but I lost my face.

Finally I matched my right arm to my left leg and the same on the opposite side and I got a cross.

A "body cross" with eyes and mouth on my oral face (stomach face – lower face),

sex everywhere on my arms and legs, and anus on my aboral face (front – upper face)

in the center of my pentagon body.

Finally an erotic holy body X, because if we consider the point of view of God,

nothing else would be noticed on the Judgment Day, as guts that usually support all the pains of life

are not taken into consideration and have always been considered as rubbish.

"Oculaire Cardiaque". Copyright Alice ODILON 2009. No clone is free.

There I am: a living broomstick cross.

And if you have a better look at my limbs, they're actually quite smooth and soft.

Photo retouchee de منتديات ستار تايمز

Photo retouchee de Seastar.

Sometimes my limbs seem swollen to intimate they want to be touched, as they're so smooth.

 Alice ODILON. 26 Septembre 2009.

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