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As the water grows smooth again

Bastien Vives, The taste of chlorine [2008], Florence, Blackvelvet, 2010, € 18

When Neptune from the depths of water, admired the shade of Argo sailing in the sea for the first time, the human story gained a new perspective. The taste of chlorine the lives of young Bastien Vivès sequences are always different perspectives (and the beautiful Dans mes yeux previous is a personal variation of the theme of the gaze). EQuòrea sequences. In a prologue and an epilogue of gray and brown in the study of the physiotherapist, the rest of the book takes place almost entirely in the pool. Scoliosis is a good reason for the pool. And to find a different universe. Different rituals and codes, in which the anonymous young scoliotic moves with embarrassment, embarrassed, clinging to the edge length of the pool, "Excuse me" in every battle in the lane, stopped to see others swimming. We breed for those who remain on the ground. A look unsightly fat matrons, sitting on the edge, feet in the water, his nose. But behind the whale passes a young slim and curvy figure, followed by the boy's eyes in a long shot, almost one long take. Only the first of many. Nereid mild and strong like the waves. Then the scoliosis will have to leave the bank and do, and will, Proteus. The taste of chlorine is the story of a fragment of life in the water, water dominates every scene, the deformed, long sequences of images, the edge of the pool, swimming below the ridge of the roof at the back, the surface from the bottom of the tank, the submerged bodies seen from outside the water, the waves that pass through the point of view, half-emerged as a camera, unsteady wakes of the waves, almost seasick, figures that are close and go away . Dominated by a blue-green ocean, acids, chlorine, more opaque in the underwater scenes. A color Isolated, masses uncertain in transparencies. A story told in silence, boards and boards without a word, but the story is slight turns and chases, looks, a few words to each basin. Nell'apnea an uncertain desire. E-featured thin bodies, dematerialized water and refraction, and made even more desirable physical. Every Wednesday, for the discovery have its time. And it takes a lot of Wednesday, and several tanks side by side, to ask if there are things to die for taking no for an answer. And many Wednesday to perhaps find out what this thing, when suddenly the young Neptune lever gaze to the light passing through the blue and in danger of drowning in order to reach the shadow of the Argo. And another Wednesday to wait, maybe it will be unveiled when the sentence handed down under the water that has been able to read lips. A love unspoken, perhaps, and maybe not a love, when exhausted gasping on the board seems to get the sudden revelation of self and life. And the last four tables, after the unexpected closing credits thanks, have the silent melancholy sweetness of a memory that returns to the eyes beyond the veil of the waters of time.