Shot at ‘Debod’s Temple’ in Madrid, an Egyptian temple dating back to the 2nd century BC, transported to Madrid’s Cuartel de la Montaña Park. The temple was donated to Spain by the Egyptian government to save it from floods following the construction of the great Aswan Dam.
While exploring this element, I remember an Egyptian woman, killed with a knife. A knife pierced her liver. She was about to say goodbye to her people and leave them. He looked at her feet.
That woman could have been a transvestite ephebus.
That woman could have been a kind of Sophocle´s Antigone who, with her dance, her ‘waters’ and her nakedness, said one last night: I was born to share love, not hate.
That woman was me in another life.
An improvisation about water. Its beauty, its movement and its dangerous capacity for potential destruction.
The Last Hour of Loneliness Written and Performed by Elba, ©Q&L Publishing 2016 © ELBA Rec 2016
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