Gazelle qui se rougisse...


achieving such variance
that things only make sense
on time
so mirrored they are
in faked actings of self-defence
bloody hands
the cold against warmth
of this glass surfaces
specular in their shining
above some absorbtion collectors
of light
the sublteness of the waving
rithms permeating this thicker air
now conducted by some awareness
as on the street you woke up
for the bus
(with) some delay in your legs
that seams to be
on time

achieving such variance
that things only make sense

on time

on your own
not so alone

hoe rod is rod,

als roet?

then you're offered a smile
by unknown glance
at a foreigns dream
also packed to somewhere else
revealing that chain
broken already

already ready
steady
through the
purple melody
of time

ecoute là
cette rouge
vois là
cette bleu

of your own
wide tone

geen tijd verliezen...

I have quit crying for myself
out of the true pain in me
I cry for this world now
out of which I cannot escape,

really

No dream there is
mediated (by this television)
only the couchemar
of being alone in space

als

wishing no fado,
changing no destino,
growing feelings out of
luxembourg saudade
where I never been

als

being grown, raised
away from where you were born
embeded linguas
in my little brain
which never was

als

the fear of disapointment
when you get there
la certitude d'être ici
car il est possible par train
a grande velocidade
sem tempo para corrigir

so

fragmented failures being
acknowledged errors remaining
of unequated solutions mounting
dreaming on just seven seconds away

ombre_et_lumiere_express


chaud... froi... unwarmth
heet, erg warm
geen melk, geen glucose, noir!
alsjeplease. whenyouplâit.
obrigado, mas de vontade

le "vin fou" de l'Afrique du Sud...
aprés un certain movement dada
d'une vitesse historique

le bruit remanescente de uma
errata sinphonique

au memme temps qui vous ecoutes
du portugais

echecs éclairés
sur la table

Utopia

It’s a strange day
No colours or shapes
No sound in my head
I forget who I am
When I’m with you
There’s no reason
There’s no sense
I’m not supposed to feel
I forget who I am
I forget
Fascist baby
Utopia, utopia
My dog needs new ears
Make his eyes see forever
Make him live like me
Again and again
Fascist baby
Utopia, utopia
My dog needs new ears
I’m wired to the world
That’s how I know everything
I’m super brain
That’s how they made me
Fascist baby
Utopia, utopia

GOLDFRAPP
Felt Mountain (2001)

ombre que seja...

L'ombre c'est presque tout ce que tu voix
Mais ceci n'est pas quelque ombre.





















porquoi chercher à la place de
trouver?


Ombres et lumière

...just arrived from The Nile.

I was raised with the sun today.
It was an horizon made with light, being the same and familiar...
It was the lacking sound of such a rise that kept my eyes open.
And it happens everyday.
Its so rare when you go through it while not thinking of how it sets.
You actually avoid those moments that are forever.
The darkness that is not anymore in this night, the silence that breaks no more these days.
Almost incomprehensible vibrating pulses around an imaginary line that you choose to put where you want, along this eternal change, that you can only live bits.
Starting to wonder how can imaginary lines go together:
Realising that it happens all the time just not always in the same place.