Spontaneous solo home dance practice + spoken words.
These words emerged during a dance & poetry session held by Villy Tichkova.
I am not I
I am it
the infinite field of grasshoppers
the infinite ripples of water circles
the infinite song in your mouth
I am it
the wind
the grasshopper
the pebble
I am it
your breathe
my breathe
the eyelids of my babies
opening to the world
the wolf
the deer
the gold
I am it
the unspoken
the bare truth
the raw light of love
I am it
your no
my yes
and everything in between
(25th March 2024)
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My skin is the sky*
an infinite shadow of dust, leaves and pebbles. Some feathers maybe. Fallen grace in the absence of gaze. I would remember the sound of joy if you would scream my name.
(…)
Home. Nest. My skin as a soft nest for you for me.
(…)
LAUGHING EMPTY.
LOVING EMPTY.
FUCKING UNDERSKIN TATTOOS.
FUCKING UNDERSKIN TATOOS.
(…)
I wish you could witness the gold on my heart skin.
(25th March 2024)
Notes :
* this sentence is not from me
** “underskin tatooes” is a reference to Audre Lorde in “Zami, a new spelling of my name”, who describes the memory of her lover as emotional tattoos left on her skin forever.
