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We almost have the same memory

you and me

In dim hotel rooms

you meet girls every night.

You don't understand the world,

you devour it, that's all.

The only solution is to live

But to live is difficult.

You are looking for perfection,

even if it makes no sense.

What you know gives you strength,

but your vanity

is enough to make you lose your way.

Everything in the world
is like a mirror

and your inner wounds

are reflected in vacant eyes

You try to set yourself free

by debating yourself.

You never tell me

about your true motivation.

My hopes and my wounds

will be devoured.

Is it for me
that I'm crying today?

Or is it for your heart,

whose purity I touched?

The red hole... maybe it's you.

Get me out of there...

I want to tell you the story
of some girls.

She for whom sex is a weapon

which she uses to kill man;

she for whom the taste of saliva

sperm and vomit intermix

with the taste of life
and provide solace;

she who tries to live

without feeling the wounds

to her heart and body;

she for whom working in a brothel

remains incomprehensible;

she for whom sex and her self

mean nothing but money

and who earns her living
on believing that.

she who was violated
by the man she loved;

she that was raised

like a domestic animal
by a rich man;

she who asks herself
if it's dirty,

dirty sexual mechanics

bought by dirty men.

She who thinks "I want him!"

and thinks only of that,

when she chooses a man;

she who became dependent
on her pimp and on masturbation;

she who, preserving love,

submits to sex, to man

and to her vagina;

she who knows she will die soon

and feels desire

for her lover;

she who thinks of herself as dead

ever since she was raped

and hopes to take revenge
through sex;

she who received the sperm

of fifty men

and enjoyed it;

she for whom
watching herself fucking

is the only act

that makes her conscious of her life.

You,

you call me Iku

but my name

is Rei.

What you will do

with these images you've taken

I never knew and still don't.

I know nothing about your intentions.

Your language and your ideas

remain obscure.

There are difficult moments,

when making love is merely a job,

with no emotions.

Then my body takes its pleasure

but my heart remains cold.

There,
for the first and the last time

in my work, I made love

with someone that I loved.

I'd like to be able
to do it again

but in my work it doesn't happen.

The done thing is not to show
one's feelings,

to make them manifest.

I feel guilty

because I did that.

I showed what should have not
been shown.

In my work, the act cannot exist

outside an awareness

of the distance that separates us.

This is known by those
who sell their bodies.

You call me Iku,

but my name is Izumi.

When you film me

it's the camera that records;

when the clients look at me

it's their memory that records.

In the penumbra

I slowly open my eyes,

I see the clients' faces.

I feel their gaze fixed on me.

The light becomes stronger.

I dance on the stage.

I feel exposed.

I slowly undress.

Their stares intensify

and I plunge into a closed world.

I shut my eyes.

I caress my body

and when I open them again

a light in the dark
separates me from reality.

The world becomes more beautiful.

I don't realize
which was the moment

when my conscience
started to slip.

In this state of mind,
a part of me

which I usually keep hidden,
comes out.

When there is the same mood

on the stage as in the room

I feel pleasure

and I dance as if in a dream.

Some focus on my body,
others on the stage.

The stares come from everywhere,

to every part of my body.

Most of my clients are real pigs.

I never go over to them.

When they get close with no warning
I push them away.

Everyone has their own way of watching.

It's not a look of desire

that you have for me.

It's different to the clients'.

When I was lying down

and you were taping me

I lost my awareness,

like I was asleep,

like I was floating.

That's all I can remember

I was absorbed by you.

I let you see this.

Even if you only look at my body,

I try to give you

this moment of satisfaction.

You,

you call me Iku,

but my name is Kana.

You like forbidden pleasures

and I like to do
what's forbidden.

It excites me
and I take pleasure in it.

I think I'm greedy.

You are susceptible to pleasure.

You hide it
but you, too, are greedy.

Threesomes are the most exciting,

but also the emptiest.

I live with two faces.

I need them both.

I have difficulties
in choosing which I am.

At night, I satisfy my desire.

My naked truth is disorder.

I want the power.

But I also like frailty.

I want to preserve my fragile side.

Inside there's darkness.

Sex satisfies the heart and the feelings,

not the body.

Masturbation satisfies me.

In masturbation there's no love.

There's love in sex.

I want love

when it satisfies all my desires.

The act itself is empty.

The body and the heart
exhaust each other.

Women can also be empty.

After they've come,

they are satisfied
and their desire is gone.

Extreme love is born of secrets.

You call me

Iku,

but my name

is Kei.

Woman

is both source of life

and deep wound.

To this deep hole

and this deep wound

men approach,
looking for death.

You're one of them.

You,

if you approach me

looking for death,

please, don't touch me.

Life and death

are given to us.

You don't have to look for them.

Women

lie sometimes in-between

consciousness and unconsciousness,

past and future,

this world and the one beyond.

Since you know that,

when I tell you I can be

a mirror for you,

or a window,

can you ignore what I say?

A mirror

reflects the state of things,

encloses and seals

the moment.

A window

is an opening

to a different world.

It makes air flow around you,

and agitates it.

You won't be able
to ignore completely

the women who, like me,

remain in-between the two.

You have a look,

undesirable and intense,

like a dagger.

Love and hate

are purified by women's acts,

but the particular offering of love

is always dirty.

The forbidden look
and the sacred one,

the separation and the
purification repeat themselves.

I couldn't be with you

if I didn't protect myself.

The beauty that has fallen
into the human world

is entrapped by
embodiment and desire.

The light disperses
and becomes again sky blue.

Women are a refuge for life,

pure and transparent.

You shed tears but

do you know where they come from?

Tears are an ephemeral shelter.

Things immemorial,

such as joy and bitterness,

pass through you.

You say you are alone.

You approach the other sex

and death.

You run towards death

but the tears you shed

are not yours alone.

This is what I believe.

As for me,

to live

I have to stand up.

You,

you are afraid of death

and of darkness,

but you come closer to them.

The suffering and the beauty

of being naked
have to be sublimated.

But I think that
what you're trying to do

is to enlarge the woman's wound,

which you approach desperately,

seeking extinction.

I can't let it go
without saying anything.

You,
you call me Iku

but my name is Sayo.

You watch me,
You don't understand me.

You say you don't see
what's inside me.

It's just that I don't
do anything to explain myself

You're interested in me

because we have things in common.

I find pleasure

outside ordinary sex.

I play on my own,

for my own pleasure.
It has no special meaning.

I'm not trying to attract attention.

When others observe me,
I don't care

whether they understand me or not,
or what they think of me.

I don't seek to share my suffering,

I don't want to be understood.

I act without emotion.

You find this strange.

It's what sets us apart.

You need to express yourself

and you act.

I dream of a place without sex,

That's all I dream of.

The body I long for

is not neutered,

but asexual.

I seek neither love, nor sex,

neither pleasure, nor relief.

What turns me on
and makes me react

is tension.

I don't want to be a woman,

an object of desire.

I don't have feelings for anyone.

If the pleasure

is only a matter of sex,

then it's not enough for me.

Being alone with myself
living in the moment, is all I want.

I can't stand sorrow.

It's not a life or death matter.

I do what I do because

I want to enjoy the moment.

I don't think about death.
I don't look for it either.

Not being a woman,

ignoring men,
this is my way of being.

To gain an understanding
of what is hidden,

I have to make an effort.

The essential is that
which is not shown.

Iku

is the name you gave me.

But my name

is Saki.

You want more reality

and you get inside me.

Like a shadow,

I try to become a part of you.

This is what I've done.

It is there, where
I see no promises,

that I see strength.

Do you want to go on, lost,

or would you prefer to end it here?

What you're looking for is here,

in the red.

You have been constructed

by mirrors and shadows.

I remember

one night, you told me

that everything is an irony.

Even when you're inside me

you aren't satisfied.

You swim towards

the interior of my being.

You can't run away.

I don't know me.

You can't know me.

My mystery

constructs you.

I'm lost.

Where am I really?

Close to you, close to me?

I advance alone

without noticing

that the person I've constructed

advances alongside.

I would like to retrace my steps

but there isn't time

to do so.

I sense your presence,

but my thoughts are directed
towards the exterior light.

I want

to be there

and yet I refuse to go.

I plunge

into my instinct...

I don't want anything else.

And you, what do you want?

I'll give you whatever you want.

Don't leave me alone.

I have fallen into an abyss.

You enter me,

to the depths of me.

The more you go in

the more you lose yourself.

I'm a gaping hole,

a red hole.

Don't erase me.

Don't leave me.

I'm in pain.

I come.

What should I do,

come into being or erase myself?

Why am I a woman?

Don't go.

You're still there.

Where am I?

Inside you?

What have you seen?

You,

you call me Iku

but my name is Nao.

What I remember

is that your body

was heavy...

and that, later on

you took care of me.

My organic liquid

is like a red, dirty,

lukewarm jelly.

A fly buzzes

in my uterus.

There's a dull ache
in my lower abdomen.

My body spits out dark blood,

my brain slightly bleached.

Inside this core

the insect drones.

When I crush it,
nothing changes.

The noise heard down there,

the sensation experienced,

the pain felt,

the bitterness in the throat,

and the defiled body;

they often return

in flashbacks.

You walk in the forest at night.

A strong man grabs you.

He's armed and you cannot move.

He forcibly inserts his truncheon,
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his penis.

Imagine that he tears your body,

that your insides boil.

The burning rod
penetrates your body.

You want to scream,

but the pain is too strong.

My uterus doesn't bleed anymore,

my shoulders are freed,

the man is gone.

I no longer hear his breathing.

Pain blurs everything.

The bitterness in my throat,

after sucking him...

It's not just in my head.

My body wants to be swallowed.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid,

I don't want anyone.

Why is that?

I don't know how to get better.

Even when I'm in love,
I'm afraid of making love.

I'm afraid of everything

It's stupid how they find pleasure
inside me,

because I hate men.

But they're all I love, too.

What can I do to forget?

I had ordinary sex

for the first time in my life

with you.

Ordinary as it was, it's strange

I didn't feel disgusted.

I don't know why,

but ever since that moment

I have felt relieved.

You,
do you lose your equilibrium

in painful solitude

to a point of no return?

Me, I allow everything.

I take the risk of
not being able to return.

It's a physical suicide.

You, you get closer

to a mental suicide.

You cry from time to time

without shedding tears.

You cling to me

but that doesn't change

this repugnant vision:

you, who are disgusting,

and me, whose flesh is disgusting.

You don't know

what girls truly look at.

I wanted to know this

so I became them.

I have no regrets

but it was not
a good experience

If I had done nothing but watch

I wouldn't feel so bad,

but I went to the other side

and I don't know
what to do anymore.

Because I'm a woman

I could look closely ...
touch ...

but not being a woman
would have been better.

I don't know
what you're looking for.

Maybe it's not worth knowing.

But, to be able to change things,

one has to know.

Help me to be born again.

I can't stand up.

I need your help.

I don't like men.

I destroy myself
until the very end,

and then I ask men for help.

The most important thing for me

is the core of my own being.

The most important thing
for you...

...I don't know what that is.

The same thing, surely.

Not knowing is disquieting,

so I start being afraid
and that makes us closer.

You have met many girls.

I don't know
what you have discovered.

Maybe you don't know, either.

I don't know

what the future holds.

Until then I was angry.
I laughed, I cried,

I finally made a choice.

Why

does it keep spinning
round my head?

For every possible answer,

I have ten others
that come to mind.

Nothing is repaired.

When I say this,
there is a noise in my head,

It would be nice
to do better than that,

to work my guts out,

and fix it all.

I used to want to disappear

Now I don't.

I miss you.

I feel like I'm fading away.

Each day I die a little more.

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Fr > En translation by KarinKarinovna
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