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Inexperienced travellers get lost so soon in unknown regions They are tempted by alleys and signals and go down the stairs to the inside ignorant where they are, somewhere for real or just romping around a little in their heads, turned crazy crazier craziest by their senses which surround them with walls that they want to touch to know if they are hard or that they can float right through them at a gallop They are looking for a hand, a body They want to talk, fight if necessary with someone who will grab their axis to stop the monologue that shrills into their ears
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Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 3:15 AM UTC
The inside of the city
Inexperienced travellers get lost so soon in unknown regions They are tempted by alleys and signals and go down the stairs to the inside ignorant where they are, somewhere for real or just romping around a little in their heads, turned crazy crazier craziest by their senses which surround them with walls that they want to touch to know if they are hard or that they can float right through them at a gallop They are looking for a hand, a body They want to talk, fight if necessary with someone who will grab their axis to stop the monologue that shrills into their ears
"Moriana" (2017, Aspasia Nasopoulou), for cello "Four Scenes: Monologue" (2021, Aspasia Nasopoulou), for voice and ***** "Le città invisibili" ("The invisible cities", 1972, Italo Calvino) Collection "org anp ark" #183
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 3:15 AM UTC
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