I AM LIKE A MUSEUM

I am like a museum where everything is preserved. I am a living museum under the open sky. It is quite unique. I still pulse with burning passions that remind me of past losses and future victories. Life within me has already reached its halfway point, yet I am still far from the end. Far from the end of immortality.

I am like a museum whose basement is filled with the spirit of Adam and Eve. The spirit of sin and disobedience. The spirit of forgiveness, neither sought nor received. The Adam and Eve department is full of temptation and drama. I am an example of both God's anger and His love. I am Eve—an ancient measure of weakness and strength. I am a rebellion against prohibitions and rules.

I am like a museum with an archaeological hall dedicated to physical growth and the small victories of the body. In this part of the museum, my body exists in several sizes. The innocent size, when I still believed that words meant exactly what they said. Back then, I believed that freedom was our greatest right and responsibility, and that nothing could make us afraid because we were born fearless victors, not slaves. This is not the fault of the child's body, but of the world outside the museum, which is only a projection of our fears.

Then comes the body that has grown enough to discover love. A body that matures faster than the heart. When the body makes love, the heart may still remain cold because the heart develops at a different pace and in different dimensions. It does not need to touch the body to know that it loves. My body carries the memories of wounds that remain living reminders of betrayal and forgiveness. Every part of my body remembers. Every part of my body knows.

АЗ СЪМ КАТО МУЗЕЙ

Аз съм като музей, в който се пази всичко. Аз съм жив музей под открито небе. Единствен по рода си. В мен все още пулсират горещи страсти, напомнящи за минали загуби и бъдещи победи. В мен животът е изминал вече половината си път, но аз съм все още далеч от края. Далеч от края на неосъществимото безсмъртие.

Аз съм като музей, в чието подземие духът на Адам и Ева изпълва пространството. Духът на грях и непослушание. Духът на непоискана прошка и неполучено опрощение. В отдела на Адам и Ева е пълно със съблазън и драма. Аз съм пример за Божия гняв и любов. Аз съм Ева, древна мярка за слабост и сила. Аз съм бунт срещу забраните и правилата.

Аз съм като музей, в който има и археологическа зала на физическото израстване и малките победи над тялото. В тази част на музея се намира тялото ми в няколко размера. Размер невинен, когато все още вярвах, че думите означават това, което казват. Тогава все още вярвах, че свободата е наше изначално право и задължение и че нищо не може да ни накара да изпитваме страх, защото ние сме родени безстрашни победители, а не роби. Но за това не е виновно детското тяло, а светът извън музея, който е проекция на нашите страхове.

THE SEA

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

The place where all known life began,

Yet we hardly know more than,

The beaches and coastline and shore,

There is so much to explore.

Millions of colours, sounds, smells,

Housing whales, fish, coral and shells,

Turquoise, emerald, sapphire dancing in the waves,

The reckless waves, they never behave.

However, they're a place to be free,

To explore as far as the eye can see,

To get lost in the perilous depths,

To reach unknown lengths.

VIENNA

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

It's such a big city,

And my, it's so pretty!

The flowers and roses,

A city of music and culture.

After a colossal breakfast,

When we're at our freshest,

We jump on a tram,

To get lost in the crowded city.

It's the city of elegance, beauty and art,

From swirly balconies and buildings,

To delicate cafe tables and chairs,

And spacious parks galore.