Suddenly it was a mess
Wipe the trail left by your fly. Your love in return should be shat in your mouth.
Audio texts
"L'audio du village" is a sound poetry project based on non-scholarly and intuitive compositions associated with the source texts of my performances.
Wipe the trail left by your fly. Your love in return should be shat in your mouth.
Video Clip | "Mommy's watching me from the beach, but I can see the sharks swimming. It's boiling blood all around me and way in front of..."
In terms of my mental health, I'm fine. Even if I'm going to my death, I'm fine. What does it matter; I have nothing else to do. The body is still young and even if the heart is suffering, what does it matter? We write, it's okay.
You're very sweet... but I think you're trying to impose your beliefs on me. Yes, I think I am. But you're very sweet...
Clue! It is childhood that kills childhood. In the nursery, I accuse emotion with imagination and fear. On the spot, summary execution at the edge of the pit. Welcome home! You are back in the Camps of Amor.
In my naked girl's tights, wearing my big helmet with ram's horns, I marry the forest. I drool over the nourishing earth. Inside the still life, a blurred road carries me. Far from the rodeos I go away.
Emma was laughing without anyone being able to guess what she was laughing about. Her mouth was forming words, but their sounds were inaudible, absorbed into the mass, the luscious mass of her well-fed face.
Ladies and gentlemen, following a strike movement by a certain category of a personal nature, we are not in a position to present you with the planned programme. We apologize for the inconvenience.