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in thirty-six images

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By Bettina Rheims

and Serge Bramly

Music by Martin Meissonnier

This is not a movie.

"The work must contain nothing Real, no observation of the world or of the spirits,

nothing but completely imaginary combinations."

Raymond Roussel

Gone

Oh my God...

I came back from my trip with Xavier.

I entered the apartment and everything was in a mess,

and my sister was not there. I thought she was dead.

I had a hallucination.

MISSING

Substantial reward for any Information that makes it possible

To make Rose Mutt alias Brigitte Remy alias Ram Bayglers etc.

Light hair, eyes, as well. Also, under the name of Marcelle Souveste known.

We are two and we are one. I don't know...

She is my soul, my mirror is...

I can't live without you, can't be without you...

My Sister, Rose.

Room No. 3

Disappear Dismayed about Roses, rented her twin sister,

a false name in a family pension near the Jardin du Luxembourg.

In room no. 3 lived completely withdrawn, a famous seer.

they found there is an Indian dancer, allegedly a Princess,

as well as a New avid stamp collector.

Was summoned, Roses, spirit, was the small table to the Dance.

He swayed messy...

and some of the participants prepared for horrible migraines.

Someone, it seemed, didn't tell the whole truth.

Rose had had a husband and a daughter,

she had left without an explanation,

and you now had to cancel all the bridges behind,

if you wanted to find your sister again.

Behind the facade of ordinary days

The days passed, seemingly unchanged.

you worked in the Restaurant, where you pretending to be your sister.

I'm going to have six hands on my head...

Better six hands of L'Ami Louis, as a single somewhere else...

What do you mean?

in The evening she tried to persuade the seer to help her.

And every Saturday she went to the beauty salon, the Rose, visited,

in the hope of finding there a the touch of a Finger, a scent,

anything, anyone, put you on the right track.

I can't sleep.

I'm waiting for. I'm watching, I'm looking for.

Ten of cups, the fool, tower...

The cards said nothing about Rose.

you avoided the subject than you wanted your twin sister protect,

as you kept such a heavy secret,

you were afraid that you of this weight burden,

when you said you could not carry this burden.

The treacherous carousel of memories

The nightmares, the one entrusted to him, turning to Dr. Alaia in dreams.

According to the back left pocket calendar

sought out Rose him two Times a week,

on Mondays and Thursdays.

you felt in the fixed images of your memory trapped.

It was always the same memories, she complained,

your imagination is your brings to mind:

The music lesson!

The death of the bird!

The game of disguises and dummies,

she was suspended by her fantasies,

led sometimes to absurd duplications.

4. The sound of the Time signal, it is 10 o'clock and 23 minutes.

4. The sound of the Time signal, it is 10 o'clock and 24 minutes.

The Abduction Hypothesis

It was, in the fitting salons is wasting young women. sometimes/i>

A man comes to you in the cabin and shoo...!

In these cases, the people calling the robber the ransom.

you stun your victims and sell it to the highest bidder.

Sometimes, your Lord locks the Unfortunate in a gilded cage

and you to Look like a house Panther.

But that was for a while but...

Yes Yes, that's right...

We already spend the whole day together...

Fascinated by France, and of all this Abundance...

Rough around the edges, as you are!

The whole of Europe came to Paris to a brothel.

Sometimes he delivers you nefarious practices,

and the poor lose gradually, even the pleasure in their previous existence.

If Rose remembered that she had a twin sister?

The Decay Hypothesis

On the Boulevards had spotted a young woman,

the Roses description fit.

more to say: handsome reward for the one who is called your address.

Rose was perhaps freely

a life of rampant decay received and did not want to.

This way you couldn't wipe off the table.

Rose, as I would be you, merged in a single Request

Welcome to the Cabaret of the last day!

for A time they danced in a Cabaret.

When she entered the stage, the spotlight ed came.

and the music went off, seemed to her the goal to reach.

Yes. And chop-chop.

From the other girls, she learned the Tricks of the trade

lolling as you look at a chair,

how to fake it by Shaking of the hair into an orgasm.

The Conspiracy Hypothesis

From the most tender age on, it moved Rose to the Smoking character of the Revolution.

she dreamed to blow up the world, to renew it.

terrorists have, you can easily hire

because she was gullible as all idealists.

Some of the refugees told that an apparition had passed,

when you thought you were lost. This was, whispered,

the compassionate spirit of the court employees,

the one in the Labyrinth of the archive.

Maybe she had fallen in love with a suitable boy?

Maybe she was addicted to the higher feelings,

from the dangers of the underground being touched?

Maybe...

The hypothesis of a thwarted love

sometimes

when the sky was thundering, and a damp chill over the streets,

seemed to her that Rose was caught in a spiral of deceptive feelings,

you are alienated from the lights of the true life.

Rose! Where are you, Rose?

Come to me, Rose! I'm just waiting on you, Rose!

I'm going back to the image.

they are fed with chimeras, illusions smothered their willpower,

contradictory desires clouded her mind.

Often, when a feeling of wrong-headed, it was bitter and poison.

misunderstand his interests, merges his friends,

no longer knows his family.

So much was possible. How should you find out?

Whom to believe? Which track to follow?

Rose, this is death, she said. Rose from the death.

The hypothesis of the gang of the Rose maidens

Only for unused books.

The gang grew roses in the basement of the abandoned library.

A few drops of blood were enough to poison the flowers,

the petals blackened.

the scent of The roses

caused devastation, when he flowed through the streets.

Innocent children, unaware of the harmfulness of their goods,

offered their poisoned flowers in all the Bars and cafes of the city.

The Bride-To-Be Hypothesis

her parents, she remembered,

you were educated in the idea of a beautiful wedding, available in White,

accompanied by bell-ringing, and eternal oaths.

Rose said to all who would listen, that their obligations to the mind

and it would be an honor to add them to.

Shy Power, essence of love, non-sparking:

The virgin gets to the end of your desire.

And at the same time she dreams of something else, you can't call.

In truth, had Rose spoilt for choice:

The number of their Free increased in the dimensions of your hesitation.

There had been three, then six, then nine.

The situation was so problematic, as Rose wanted to hurt anybody.

as a result, the wedding appeared to her like a large, Empty span,

wire rope of a balancing artist,

one hell of a machine, released

in the unsuspecting crowd to an evening Feast.

The Oracle

The signs began to increase, significantly, strongly, almost star.

the search was coming to an end?

R. O. S. E.

Every night, the Oracle repeated under the glass bell

persevere the four letters of the mystery,

is equal to a redemptive message.

Madame Jacquot was an authority.

As in a Palace of the Paris Metro.

The city had no secrets.

I wonder if I'll recognize you...

This is it!

they listened to what you told her,

and if you found that you deserved it,

handed you a piece of paper, an address.

There, she said to her, and they will give you your sister back.

I want to kiss...

R. O. S. E.

Thursday, 12. March 2009.

4. The sound of the Time signal, it is 10 o'clock and 23 minutes.

this Time, she had the impression that they were expected.

This is a confusing feeling,

if it is a long time wandered through the lonely Dark.

you had to ask for earnestly,

but she knew now that she would see as she was seen.

A light shone. She realized.

"not me," she said.

But Rose smiled at her, and she said:

"I'm still me."

By sought and discovered,

believed them to detect something that far beyond the aspirations of

of love.

The mourning for the illusions

A breach opened in the wall,

while on the rubble of a dying world

a Desire, an urge, an appetite auflebten again,

she had believed lost.

Like Orpheus, she had to leave the shadow realm, without looking back.

Eurydice, who invented them, cradled, and with their flesh revived was nourished,

no more.

It was time that she freed herself from the spell of the spirits.

Then, finally, the true flower could bloom.

The reconciliation of the opposing fields

Hello, Rose? Is good? Yes, super, and you?

I have such a desire to draw fresh air. Oh, I'm so happy!

silenced The voice that had whispered into the ear, was.

A period has been granted to her,

a Pause between two questions, between the two aberrations.

to whom To turn, she wondered now,

to whom to turn, when you are talking to yourself?

I'm sorry!

you saw the crime, felt no longer to blame.

your repentance was, if one may say so,

the breath of a scheme regret sticking gone.

Will you lend me some money, please?

Here, I'll lend 600. 300...

Finally she was able to participate in the game,

sit next to the other and play with them, as nothing,would be

all of these games, of which they felt for so long excluded

and you are terrible Lust.

Well, I offer new?

600.

I'll raise you.

150! And the use of increases!

5000! Come on, now!

A Million! A Million!

That's no fun! Always the women are winning!

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