Composer: Claudia Laurent -
Poem & Vocal: The Beautiful Table
"The eastern example for the strong plan! Trains and all those things they hallucinate. I look the same way, always.
There is a little square and that little square is so special to me, but I think 7 billion is too much.
I think even 5 million is too much, but this place is still too small.
Anyway there is still space for an increasing feeling of joy.
Others prefer the silence and the loneliness of being together. They actually do!
I prefer to share what I don’t need, and keep what I need.
And in that case just share bits of myself, often much more! Sometimes too much!
To tell the truth shouldn’t be impressive, but in some eyes it can be.
For some people it can be impressive. It’s all about the right combinations.
So basically fiction can be the truth and it is actually much more impressive to create a lie,
but in the end we are just too many people around. And at least one person shouldn’t follow the eastern example,
but instead get back to a common realistic state of mind, just like everyone else!
In this case I think I will have to wait, because I’ve made up my mind.
Now it is time to feel the flow of the minutes that chase the hours, but also much more than that.
This is a process. Sometimes it is important to clean the mirror, but there is no good reason to rush anything.
I’m used to waiting. We all wait for the same thing. The end is the beginning; life!
I want you to be a part of my life and I want to hear you pray. I want to hear your prayer. The French prayer!
It is very important to me, so please hold on.
Everything starts with a spark of a kind. Then the adrenaline that blows each others mind.
And then the journey creates a vacuum and without a sign, you need that prayer! “Are you lazy tonight?” No. Alright!
The darkness is chosen! On and off! You can see whatever you want to see as long as you stay very close to me.
I know she knows, but still something distracts her. Something from the outside!
You can hear fireworks and maybe they celebrate you, because I can hear it too. Maybe they celebrate us, but it is not what distracts you.
All those strange positions! Yet so common! There is no reason to sleep now.
Just turn off everything that is on. All those lamps! Turn them off one by one!
Everything you can’t see gets so much clearer when you open your eyes in darkness.
That little square has so many trees in certain seasons. It’s an unnatural phenomenon,
but still very common and slightly logical, if you know what it’s all about.
I care a lot about my memory; the contradiction is just that I remember everything I want to forget much more than the opposite,
especially when the lamps are off and you are silent.
My mind creates a runaway in those lonely night hours, but I got you with me all the way.
It is the truth and you are just beside me, so I don’t lie for anyone and especially not you.
After all, the French prayers are not a part of those strange positions anymore. It is very common.
I still imagine France burning like they’re used to and beyond that I would actually burn for you,
but those prayers are fantastic. I feel so high and I feel so alive. The stairway always creates a fucking mess,
but I am not able to get tired of anything. I never sleep. You are on my mind.
Lately you have talked a lot about transsexuals. All in paintings, but brought with words. You turn me on.
The way you can express other people’s body language is impressive, most of all because they’re over covered with clothing.
It’s cold outside, but it is really warm in here. The only window is all covered with the mist from our intense breathing,
just like the mirror is too. I wrote your name in the mirror, so we could see each other in it. It’s enough for me.
This time there is no reason to clean the mirror.
We both know the truth. That little square brings such an emotional feeling to me. It creates a whole movie in my head.
Of the gathering that is so secret, but it shall not remain secret.
Let’s publish the truth. Let’s go out there. Let’s do it naked,
so we can stand out from the crowd of freezing people.
Freezing from the loneliness that is so common around here!
Turn off the light and feel instead of watch. Ugly bags and beautiful bikes!
We could take that train or just walk side by side across the harbour and all the way home, again.
We chose to walk because we were tired of running and escaping, just like we’re tired of hiding,
but we got lost. Of course we did. Just like when we are making love in strange positions we get lost in each other.
We went back on that bike and took that train some of the way home.
Then we crossed that little square that was filled with trees.
We crossed it in harmony. Perfectly balanced! I’m never going to leave you!"