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Zeus
03:46
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ZEUS
ei
véns?
bull
fang
moll
llis
nu
vols?
fon
mou
prem
tou
sol
cou
més!
gest
dits
risc
prec
sents?
bleix
fang
ulls
buits
veus?
faig
llum
lloc
suc
joc
ball
mag
visc
soc
nat
llot
creus?
dic font dic
dic dents dic
dic zel dic
dic déu dic
dic ei dic
dic ei dic
dic ei dic
dic zeus dic
dic: va!
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2. |
Genets
03:28
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GENETS*
*Poem included in the book "Venus volta" by Laia Malo (Lleonard Muntaner Editor, 2018)
Cavalca'm!
Cavalca'm lluny..!
Cavalca'm lluny,
el món és mort,
la gent s'adorm,
s'enterra al port.
Cavalca'm lluny,
esperona fort
i anem-nos-en
--i anem-nos-en de tort!
Cavalca'm... lluny!
Les línies rectes -- em fatiguen.
Les morals rectes -- malpresagien.
Més em plau perdre'm pel bosc...
Cavalca'm!
Cavalca'm...lluny!
Lliurem-nos al galop,
gosem voler-ho tot.
Cavalca'm lluny, Amor!
Soc l'amazona del foc,
jo forjaré un home nou.
Cavalca'm lluny, Amor!
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3. |
Venus volta
02:38
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VENUS VOLTA*
*Originally included in "Venus volta" book by Laia Malo (Lleonard Muntaner Editor, 2018)
I had wings when I was born,
I know because my shoudlerblades hurt
every time I fall.
I had wings when I was born,
why they dropped or who
clipped them is
the companion mystery while I drag
myslef dismembered
along the piece of life
that I get.
_______________________________
Quan vaig néixer, tenia ales.
Ho sé pel mal que em fan els omòplats
cada vegada que em foto de lloros.
Quan vaig néixer, tenia ales.
Per què em van caure o qui
me les tallà,
sense jo adonar-me'n,
és el misteri que m'acompanya
mentre m'arrossego, desmembrada,
pel tros de vida que em toca.
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4. |
Blake's perfume
02:29
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BLAKE'S PERFUME
the smell between your neck and shoulder
a wild strawberry
a nap by the sea, the seabrine,
that daisy and all of her petals
wood cracking on a fireplace
a raindrop on the hot pavement
the teabag, the butter, the toast,
and avocado on your fingertips
the blossom of a red rose
a sprout of blood from a thorn
the hole on your guitar
a pond of lillies
your lemon cleanness
white sand of seashells
swimsuits hanging from a string
the wind when it blows powder from the fireworks
a hidden notebook, its sheets,
a silkworm eating mulberry leaves
metallic water from a street fountain
I'm bringing you bouquets of flowers...
Smell!
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5. |
Palpentes
04:28
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PALPENTES
Palpentes
anem a les palpentes...
No hi veiem, no hi sentim...
Només anem
només anem a les palpentes!
Palpentes,
anem a les palpentes...
No hi veiem, no hi sentim,
només anem
només anem a les palpentes!
No escoltem
no mirem
no ensumem
no ens llepem
no ens toquem
no ens notem
no ens notem...
Només anem a les palpentes!
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6. |
Commedia
03:26
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COMMEDIA
You make me remember the sound
above Paradise...
Open your chest to the truth that's coming,
hand out your hands,
leave your heart wide open,
expand your brain,
crack up your head,
sharpen your mouth, and ears and nostrils,
tear down your eyelids
and show me your eyes,
rip off your soul: make it large!
You make me remember the sound
above Paradise...
Open your chest to the truth that's coming,
be Hell, be Paradise, be Purgatory.
I'm the alien that has landed
in your balcony
with all my ships, with all my ships!
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JANSKY PM, Spain
Electroverse duo
We make organic electronic music with poetry and a flute.
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