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Murmuration
01:18
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Some days
the name is just an echo
fading away through the gaps
some others it is a flock of starlings
taking the form of sacred things,
retelling the legend
replaying the story.
it comes and goes in waves...
it asks:
why,
why,
why.
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2. |
This is Sacred
04:57
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3. |
Como la Luciérnaga
02:36
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4. |
The Well
03:21
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I see an amazonic river, it is boiling.
In its waves
a multitude of bodies dancing
They raise fires, sing
Their boats filled with incense and flowers.
The river is red and I look at it from the bridge.
Next to me a witch
Half of her face is that of an old woman
The other half a child’s.
I tell her
Do you want to see how much it hurts?
This much, I scream, pointing towards the water.
The red tsunami elevates itself towards infinity
All the bodies disappear in its fangs
Like an explosion from the center of the earth.
That’s how much it hurts,
It burns.
It burns.
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5. |
Spectrum of Love
02:08
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6. |
Kintsukuroi
05:32
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7. |
De lirios (apagándose)
02:56
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The simple things need no explanation
they have very little in common with the language we use
to mimic formal communication.
It matters not whether we believe /
we proceed /
we inhibit /
we keep to ourselves /
we try,
we say never mind,
we keep safe distance,
we jump to abyss in weekly loop,
we make ourselves better based on book of instructions,
we remember /
we release it /
we fix it /
we make it doable /
we dismiss it /
we declare war
or apologize profusely
or act like it’s never been there,
we dance to songs that speak about it
without leaving public traces /
we read it on the news
or pretend it let’s us sleep…
it matters little
whether or not
the scars are visible.
whether or not others can see them
whether or not we dare
to caress them.
I know of some who’ve spent a whole lifetime
telling stories to cover up the facts
for the sake
of entire worlds
of numb, basic, safe existence.
There are tales we need never let go of
there are rivers we never move on from
there are voices
and silences
and shattered pieces of glass within the skin
and Sunday nights
and phone-calls that never happened
and uncomfortable interactions
and animal footprints
and catastrophes and winters
we need not recover from.
There’s one image of you and maybe more.
But see,
the ritual consists of repetition.
It matters not whether you howl
or I replay in my head the things that aren’t.
The music is still louder.
The rivers
never stopped flowing.
The light always got in,
somehow.
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9. |
Side A
14:25
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10. |
Side B
14:33
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Madam Neverstop Denmark
Madam Neverstop is a multimedia artist and worldthreader.
Her work intertwines poetry, visuals and soundscapes, language and performance, combining visions and concepts across various art forms and media.
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