“again i dreamt of the man / who bends over you / his hands / in your vagina / he touches pushes presses on upwards / reaches your heart / with his nails rips it out / pulls it with a fishing line / wraps it in a cloth / takes it away / the blood doesn’t stop / you are nearly dead / gasping / but you don’t die // you are right / i wouldn’t be able / to satisfy you as intensely / as the man of your dreams”
Welcome to the world of Alberto Pimenta: experimental poet, inspired translator (of Thomas Bernhard, for example), fearless performance artist (who made
happenings happen in Portugal), merry porn proselytizer, provocateur with a
cause and, as the only possible logical sum total of all this, political
dissenter at loggerheads with any status quo. 24 years of recordings distilled into 75’ of pure cinema.