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Artwork and Text by Alexandra Rouvet Duvernoy, Copyright 2017
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TRUMP’S MARRIAGE TO LADY LIBERTY: HEAVEN OR HELL?
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The golden rays bathed the entrance on this November morning, bringing with him sweetness and hope of a beautiful day.
I am happy when I leave my flat to see this beautiful clear blue sky, to hear the pinchers gurgling in the yard, to feel at the bend of an alley, bathed in a warm light, the tender and delicious treasures of the bakers, twirling on my high heels.
I join my friend, Miss Liberty, in the tea room which is at the corner of Saint Tolerance Street and Compassion Boulevard, just in front of the old park, Democracy.
I push the heavy glass and wrought iron “Chez Socrates”‘s door and I see that she is already waiting for me, fresh and smiling, the cheekbones dew, with gourmet lips, and her large open and sparkling eyes. She is impatient and excited at the thought that her American parents are choosing a new husband for her today. She has been used for thousand of years to be married by her Europeans, Asians, Africans, Americans and others parents. But still today, Mr. and Mrs USA have to choose her new husband for the next 4 years. They have a decisive choice in their hands and Miss Liberty is confident in them, she believes in their wisdom to offer her the wisest partner.
I sit next to her and take the smoking cup she gives me. The perfum of cherry tea mixed with hers is so sweet that it moves me.
She is feverish with so much agitation and confides in me that she has her preferences between the different candidates, but that she will rely on the sovereign choice of her parents.
The hours pass long, interminable, this waiting becomes heavy. Miss Liberty, her hands cold and stomach tight, a doubt assails her, and grows to the point of gripping her throat. I see her turning pale, twisting her long and graceful fingers. She moves a lot…
Finally, the choice of a church is announced, it will be Sainte Mary Bank; it doesn’t go over well. The first clue suggests that the ceremony will not be as romantic as expected.
The sky darkens little by little, a cold wind enters the chapel next to an old, dark, wrinkled, old man, all dressed in black. He puts a necklace with a rope and chain around Miss Liberty. I remain speechless, we cry out in the heart and her supplicating look breaks my heart.
Everything is linked at a vertiginous speed, a real whirlwind, our heads caught in this rash round, we arrive in the middle of an assembly equally astounded by the site of this marriage.
There we discover – The One – who takes the reindeer in hand, wild face, cheerful childish face of a bad little boy winning after a whim, with piercing and icy cold eyes, and without having had time to recover her shock and disbelief, Miss Liberty hears the fateful words:
-” Mr. Trump do you wish to marry Miss USA Liberty?
– I Do
– Miss Liberty Usa, do you hear?
-I Do…”
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About The Author: Alexandra Rouvet Duvernoy has a degree in Fine Arts from Bordeaux’s Beaux Art School in France, in opera singing from a French conservatory where she studied with Denise Lacroix and has practiced for 20 years as a ballet dancer under the tutelage of Monique Mallo and Nathalie Michaud. Alexandra has modeled for some French magazines as a fashion model and then later explored glamour and erotic modeling for photographer Tony Ward and others. These different visions of Art; dance, music, photography and of course painting and drawing, mixed with a lot of traveling around the world, has aided in developing her distinctive artwork. She was recently published by Afnor in France, and has published some comics. A book of baroque texts and illustrations for a French publishing house is due to be published later this year.
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To see additional work by Alexandra Rouvet Duvernoy, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/h-scott-much-spank/