Then it’s afternoon, sun drenched, walking along St. Laurent. I’ve just returned from two weeks in a small, rough German city, in comparison a reminder of how gentle and charming Montreal often seems just walking through the streets. I am looking for a performance, not sure I’m walking in the right direction, when I spot it across the street, impossible to miss. A white feathered head, brightly coloured pants, t-shirt with her (tattooed?) back printed on the back, ceramic breasts printed on the front (but I don’t see the front until later.) She is slowly pushing her ‘mobile lucky charms cart’ along the sidewalk, seemingly with some effort. (***** Helena Martin Franco*****) I am now reading about it on the internet: “Who is Corazón Desfasado? Montréal’s holy, holy hybrid, holy ambiguity, holy differences. / She, the misunderstood, the submissive, is a heart out of phase. / Also known as “The worst of all” or “The hypermediatic almost virgin” / She is the queen of the dollar store, / of confusing discourses, / of the celestial incoherence, of astral’s misunderstandings. / Her shifted identity is miraculous.” On the cart are ceramic spoons, each with one word: ‘integracion’, ‘tolerance’, ‘sincretismo’, ceramic breasts you can rub, that will give you help with “everything”, post cards with prayers for love, money, etc, including this Prayer for an authentic performance, votive candles, flattened ceramic hands that can also help one become more authentic. Do you need help with love? Money? (Don’t we all?) All items are for sale and if I wasn’t shy I might well have purchased many. I am agnostic but perhaps these are also agnostic prayers. I certainly wouldn’t say no to a good prayer when the situation demands it. And what situation doesn’t? Authenticity is a feeling.