Words are like days:
coloring books or pickpockets,
signposts or scratching posts,
fakirs over hot coals.
Certain words must be earned
just as emotions are suffered
before they can be uttered
- clean as a kept promise.
testifying their truths
squalid or rarefied
inevitable, irrefutable.
But, words must not carry
more than they can
it’s not good for their backs
or their reputations.
For, whether they dance alone
or with an invisible partner,
every word is a cosmos
dissolving the inarticulate.
Alle opnames zijn gebeurd. Met dank aan Marjan De Cuyper en Arlekeno Anslmo.
De muziek was al eerder klaar;
Words (Feat. Yahia Lababidi) by Swoon Bildos
' t Is nu aan mij om alles te bewerken, verschuiven, op te blazen, door elkaar te smijten en terug bijeen te puzzelen...
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