Thank you mother, thank you father...
Thank you mother for bringing me to the world, with love, leaving your dreams behind and later imposing them on me. Thank you also for using me as a weapon in your divorce.
Thank you father, for making me live in fear during my first years.
Thank you both for allowing me to live with my grannies that became my parents.
Then, my mother was not my mother, it was my grannie; my father was not my father, it was my grand father. My sisters became my mothers. But soon I became an uncle and lost those mothers too.
Without mother or father I kept going...
These lack of roles left me like this: deconstructed. I even manage to block a process when its going too good.
So I thought, now what? I believe in Freud... so, how to undo these stories? How many years in the couch will I need to start to get free from all this?
That's when I woke up to the Theatre of Cruelty...
I need to cut all those attachements and think without the guilt... of aborting you.
I know Im just trying to ease the pain... the less the contact, the less the pain...
Ive found a way to release everything and here the cicle ends:
Thank you both for making me what I am: an Artist