In order to be true to themselves (let’s say it this way) in the twisted and complex world around them, women need to give themselves to a series of adjustment operations; in general, though, they do not even realize the painful tricks that they have to draw on to survive. They are convinced of living in a totally natural and honest way, without any cheating, without any masks. And when, by some quirk of fate, a special light ray coming from somewhere is filtered and influences on the artificial or unnatural behaviour, the situation takes sometimes a tragic aspect and another times a comic one. There are of course a lot of “lucky” women (cannot be expressed otherwise) who die without coming to see that light or who, despite seeing it, remain unaffected.
The real cause is hidden behind laughter and tears. Emotion is only its manifestation. Sometimes, only a tinted glass separates us from the authentic. Why does she have to camouflage it ? I do not know. I have only the certainty that for me, continue, means to keep seeing the show.
L’homme qui aime les femmes