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It was one of these nights ..

It was one of these nights ..

.. I neither want to go home ..

.. I neither want to go home ..

.. nor really know where to go.

.. nor really know where to go.

Well .. I land up ..

Well .. I land up ..

.. in one of these old dark rock pubs

.. in one of these old dark rock pubs

.. with their very well known old light and smell.

.. with their very well known old light and smell.

A smell like in a public subway toillet.

A smell like in a public subway toillet.

It was one of this nights ..

It was one of this nights ..

.. when you expect nothing ..

.. when you expect nothing ..

.. but get everything.

.. but get everything.

A lucky night.

A lucky night.

The only reasonabel action ..

The only reasonabel action ..

.. is to wait.

.. is to wait.

I was alone.

I was alone.

But not long enough to have time to think about myself.

But not long enough to have time to think about myself.

A friend appears.

A friend appears.

One of this crasy souls for them I never have enough time, ..

One of this crasy souls for them I never have enough time, ..

.. but allways want to have them around me.

.. but allways want to have them around me.

A good wolf.

A good wolf.

I saw ..

I saw ..

.. this ..

.. this ..

.. bunnies.

.. bunnies.

"You wanna?"

"You wanna?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yehhhh!!!!"

"Yehhhh!!!!"

I stopped thinking ..

I stopped thinking ..

.. and felled free.

.. and felled free.

"Love me bunny!"

"Love me bunny!"

I wished to be huged.

I wished to be huged.

It was one of these nights ..

It was one of these nights ..

.. when many things happen.

.. when many things happen.

But, it wasn´t me!

But, it wasn´t me!

.. on this photographs.

.. on this photographs.

My name is Maria.

My name is Maria.

.. I danced ..

.. I danced ..

..I smiled ..

..I smiled ..

.. I laughed ..

.. I laughed ..

.. I´ve been hold.

.. I´ve been hold.

I brought the bunny home.

I brought the bunny home.

Goodnight Story: “It wasn´t me!”

This story is not about what the camera captured from the world in which it was released.

This story is about what we capture from that what the camera captured.

This story is a fictional history of movements and their understandings.

A love triangle between picture, text and ourselves.

My thanks to all the people who participate.

Flex: a location to manifest the necessity of movement.

in collaboration with Iza Pal (Photo Credits 70-77).